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228 But saw as in a mental dream Padillia's gentle shade, Flitting before my view to pass, Heaving a sigh profound, Light as a vapour, or a cloud That skims the trees around. Nor ever enter'd I those halls, But fancying arise I saw the founder's phantom, stain'd With blood congeal' d the dyes. Nor in that vestibule obscure, Where with the cornice blend The portraits of the kings, arranged In columns to extend, To that which is blue-tiled below, And enamell'd is on high, Which shows on every side around A rich-set balcony, And gilded lattice roof above That crowns it with dark shade, But thought I saw upon the ground A lifeless body laid! Yet on that pavement may be seen A dark stain to this day! Indelible, which ages pass And never wash away: