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 He was a goodly spirit – he who fell: A wanderer by mossy-mantled well – A gazer on the lights that shine above – A dreamer in the moonbeam by his love: What wonder? for each star is eye-like there, And looks so sweetly down on Beauty's hair – And they, and ev'ry mossy spring were holy To his love-haunted heart and melancholy. The night had found (to him a night of woe) Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo – Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky, And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie. Here sat he with his love – his dark eye bent With eagle gaze along the firmament: Now turn'd it upon her – but ever then It trembled to the orb of EARTH again.

"Ianthe, dearest, see – how dim that ray!   How lovely 'tis to look so far away!    She seem'd not thus upon that autumn eve    I left her gorgeous halls – nor mourn'd to leave.    That eve – that eve – I should remember well –    The sun-ray dropp'd in Lemnos, with a spell