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98 “All a-dreaming!” quoth the lady, “Let me break the sleepy spell; Master Arnold, be thy visions Sad or joyful, prithee tell!” “Dreamer I indeed!” he sayeth, “As in wizard’s magic glass O’er this canvas dimly floating Changeful moods have seemed to pass.

“Hazel eyes, there glancing softly, Mocking, wondering looks have worn; Rosy lips, there smiling kindly, Curl’d in angry, haughty scorn; And the head, so regal ever, With a gesture sternly cold, Seem’d to warn the humble limner He presumptuous grew and bold.

“Then the dream, a moment changing In the brightness of its smile, As I sunn’d me, honour’s promptings Were forgotten for awhile; Till a gnome his wither’d fingers Rudely o’er the canvas spread— Wealth his name—and at his presence All my hopes and wishes fled.”

Once again the toiling artist— “This wild dream shall come no more, And the portrait of my lady Wears the look it wore before. Madam, see, my work is ended—” Sinks his voice, his face grows pale, Twilight deepens into darkness While he falters through his tale.

Mistress Edith—turning towards him Cheeks where smiles and blushes blend— Whisp’reth, “I too have been dreaming, Dreaming I had won a—friend! And that, while the gold disdaining That has cast o’er lover’s eyes Mammon’s glamour, one approach’d me Who believed my heart a prize.

“One—who, worldly motives spurning, By affection’s holy light, And his own unselfish wishes, Readeth mine—and readeth right. Is this but an idle fancy? Ah! indeed I cannot tell! Waken, dame! for Master Arnold Waits to bid us both farewell.”

Dame Rebecca yawns and wakens. Seizing Mistress Edith’s hand— “Must I go?” asks Master Arnold, “I obey thy least command!” Dame Rebecca calls for tapers, But they come a moment late— One long kiss by twilight stolen Sealeth Mistress Edith’s fate.