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 What! Julia here?

It is no living Julia standing there; For did not we in Capelete's vault Last evening lay her dead?

If it be not sweet Julia's self, who can it be?

Hush! 'tis some spirit from a brighter sphere, A vision that I dare not look upon. I gaze, and lo! she fades, as yonder moon Doth veil her beauty 'neath the vaporous cloud. Oh, divine symbol of a cruel death, Why cam'st thou hither, sweet angelic spirit, Laden with the garb of life, yet lifeless? I see, and yet I see not! Is't a dream?

Since we both see, it is no dream, methinks. Then, let our sense of touch decide if she Be mortal or divine.

Touch not! beware!