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354 Perchance in evil shadow's guise, Which may when by the morrow flies
 * Sign of a curse remain.

Why has my mind been doomed to dream
 * A phantom loveliness?

To see those charms transparent gleam, That brow in tranquil light supreme,
 * And neck's peculiar grace?

Not heighten'd its enchantments shine
 * By pomp or worldly glow;

I only see that form recline In tears, before some sacred shrine,
 * Or castle walls below.

Like a forgotten offering lone,
 * In ruin'd temple laid;

Upon the carved and time-worn stone, Where fell it by the rough wind thrown,
 * So bent beneath the shade.

With such a picture in my mind,
 * Such name upon my ear,

Before my God the place to find, Where the forgotten are consign'd,
 * I come, and bow down here.