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Rh Away! away! this suffering is more
 * Than thy wild prayer invoked for me, far worse

Than any nature less than mine could brook,
 * Or even dream of in its maddest power!

Away! with that dark, scornful, fearful look,
 * And leave me to the anguish of this hour !

Ye haunting spirits of the past, away!
 * Eyes once so soft now burn my very soul!

I can not hope—I can not sleep—nor pray!
 * Wild phantoms have me in their dark control.

Pride! pride! where have you flown, my boasted pride?
 * My brain is agony—my soul is hell!

In vain my soul these visions has defied—
 * Oh, this despair—Adel! Adel! Adel!"


 * By a Venetian window stood Adel—

Her soft, deep eyes turned with a pensive look Upon a sunset, rarely beautiful. One round and snowy arm held back the folds Of a rich, crimson curtain, whose warm glow Tinged with a deeper color the young cheek Resting against the casement.


 * Purer still,

And holier than ever, was her brow— Her eyes were deeper and more angel-like, And her sweet lip more placid and less bright— Her form more fragile even than of yore— Her manner so subdued and spiritual— Herself the exquisite embodiment Of purity, and loveliness, and grace— So sadly, softly beautiful she stood.


 * The muffled echo of a coming step,

Wrapped up in roses from the Persian loom,