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And melt within his heart!.... From that time life was one impassioned dream: He lingered on the spot which she had made So sacred by her presence, and he thought It happiness to only breathe the air Her sigh had perfumed—but to press the floor Her faëry step had hallowed. He renounced All projects of ambition, joyed no more In pleasures of his age, but like a ghost, Confined to one peculiar spot, he strayed Where first he saw the Princess; and the court Through which she pass'd to matins, now became To him a home; and either he recalled Fondly her every look, or else embalmed Her name in wild sweet song..... His love grew blazed abroad—a poet's love