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54 Quick, but not strong; and with my tresses When oft he playfully would bind In the bowers of mossy lonelinesses His neck, and win me so to mingle In the sweet depth of woven caresses, And our faint limbs were intertwined, Alas! the unquiet life did tingle From mine own heart through every vein, Like a captive in dreams of liberty, Who beats the walls of his stony cell. But his, it seemed already free, Like the shadow of fire surrounding me! On my faint eyes and limbs did dwell That spirit as it passed, till soon, As a frail cloud wandering o'er the moon, Beneath its light invisible, Is seen when it folds its grey wings again To alight on midnight's dusky plain, I lived and saw, and the gathering soul Passed from beneath that strong controul, And I fell on a life which was sick with fear Of all the woe that now I bear.