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Dark, passionate, though beautiful, the eye Was as the lightning o the stormy sky Flashing through darkness; Ii ht and shadow blent Workings of the mind’s troub ed element: You did not mark the features, could not trace What hue, what outline, was upon that face 3 Even while resent, indistinct it seem’d, Like that 0 which we have but onl dream’d. You saw a hurried hand ﬂing back t e hair Like tempest clouds roll’d back upon the air. Still midnight was beneath, that haughty brow Darken’d with thoughts to which it would not how— Midnight, albeit a starry one, the light Meteor or lanet still was that of night. She had a an erous gift, though genius be All this earth oasts of immortality. It is too heavenly to suit that earth, The spirit rishes with its fatal birth; This minglircig ﬁre and water, soul and clay, The one must make the other one its p Her heart sufﬁced not to itself, such min “'ill shrink such utter loneliness to ﬁnd, As it must in its range of burning tho ht, Will si h above the ruins it has wro t, False ncies, prejudice, affections vain. Until it seeks to wear again the chain