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V. Sunset!—I tell each moment—from the skies The last red splendour floats along my wall, Like a king's banner!—Now it melts, it dies! I see one star—I hear—'twas not the call, Th' expected voice; my quick heart throbb'd too soon. I must keep vigil till yon rising moon Shower down less golden light. Beneath her beam Thro' my lone lattice pour'd, I sit and dream Of summer-lands afar, where holy love, Under the vine, or in the citron-grove, May breathe from terror. Now the night grows deep, And silent as its clouds, and full of sleep. I hear my veins beat.—Hark! a bell's slow chime. My heart strikes with it.—Yet again—'tis time! A step!—a voice!—or but a rising breeze? Hark!—haste!—I come, to meet thee on the seas.