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I have oft roamed in the blue summer night, And wept with joy to look upon the stars; And as they shed their light upon me, felt My watched over his earthly love: His voice has seemed to float upon the winds, Summoning me to the immortal sky,— And I have sought my pillow, and been happy In the sweet dreams that visited my sleep. Julian. These are sick fancies:—love has power to make This earth as fair a paradise as ever Was fashioned yet in slumber. I have brought From afar treasures that a king would own. That simple lute shall be new strung with gold, And gems shall glisten on it; delicate pearls, Like those that ruby lip conceals, shall braid Those raven tresses; and the diamond, Pure, bright as thou art, all shall grace my queen. Agnes. Thy offerings are but offerings to the tomb; A fruitless pomp, an empty vanity. Why do I listen,—I can never feel As I have felt before; yet still a spell Is in thy voice that soothes: it has a tone Like music long remembered—like a sound Mine ear has treasured up most faithfully. Julian  (aside.) How true love's memory is!— (To her.) The hunter turns not Despairing from the chase because the deer Flies from his pursuit: every obstacle Becomes a pleasure. I will win thee yet, If truest love can win; I'll watch each step As the young mother watches her first child: Your feet shall tread o'er roses, from whose stems The thorns are cleared away; the air around Shall be so sweet, that every breath you draw Will be enjoyment; all your waking hours Shall glide away like music; you shall sleep To the soft lulling of the harp, your pillow Upon a heart whose every beat is yours.— This is your native village: is it dear?