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The smoke and the flame gathered round as before, Then cleared;—but the bride was seen no more!

I heard the words of praise, but not The one voice that I paused to hear; And other sounds to me were like A tale poured in a sleeper's ear. Where was ?—He had stood Spell-bound; but when I closed the lay, As if the charm ceased with the song, He darted hurriedly away. I masqued again, and wandered on   Through many a gay and gorgeous room What with sweet waters, sweeter flowers, The air was heavy with perfume.