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 And this morning, as I sat alone within the inner chamber With the great saloon beyond it, lost in pleasant thought serene— For I had been reading Camoëns—that poem you remember. Which his lady's eyes are praised in, as the sweetest ever seen.

And the book lay open, and my thought flew from it, taking from it A vibration and impulsion to an end beyond its own,— As the branch of a green osier, when a child would overcome it, Springs up freely from his clasping, and goes swinging in the sun.

As I mused I heard a murmur,—it grew deep as it grew longer— Speakers using earnest language—"Lady Geraldine, you would!"