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 But at length I fell dreaming beneath the might Of each spell of the Past whence I cared not to start; And I saw Him some time by the flickering light, As the one in my dream who was playing my part; Till his semblance grew dim and was gone from my sight As a dream of the Past will depart. Then the Spirit whose beauty has led me till now, Came and breathed a sweet breath on my feverish brow, And the strain of this verse in my heart.