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 Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shudder'd, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell! And she is to sleep by Christabel.

She took two paces, and a stride, And lay down by the maiden's side: And in her arms the maid she took, Ah wel-a-day! And with low voice and doleful look These words did say: In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow;