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 Because I feel my forehead hot and flushed, Even at the simplest vassal of my power, A lock of thy bright hair,— Sudden it came, And I was startled when I caught thy name Coupled so unaware; Yet at the moment temperate was thy blood— I thought I had beheld it from the flood!

 

as last night I lay in bed, There came before my eyes that wonted thread Of shapes and shadows, and remembrances, That every other minute vex and please: Things all disjointed come from north and south,— Two Witch's eyes above a Cherub's mouth, Voltaire with casque and shield and habergeon, And Alexander with his night-cap on; Old Socrates a tying his cravat, And Hazlitt playing with Miss Edgeworth's Cat; And Junius Brutus, pretty well, so so, Making the best of's way towards Soho.
 * Few are there who escape these visitings,—

Perhaps one or two whose lives have patent wings, And thro' whose curtains peeps no hellish nose, No wild-boar tushes, and no Mermaid's toes; 