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48 Set in the heart of the carven gloom, Lights with herself, when alone She sits by her music and books, And her brother lingers late With a roystering company) looks Upon Maud's own garden gate: And I thought as I stood, if a hand, as white As ocean-foam in the moon, were laid On the hasp of the window, and my Delight Had a sudden desire, like a glorious ghost, to glide Like a beam of the seventh Heaven, down to my side, There were but a step to be made.

The fancy flatter' d my mind, And again seem'd overbold; Now I thought that she cared for me, Now I thought she was kind Only because she was cold.