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And then that nameless dread of coming woe, Which only those who've felt it e'er can know: These still have been in absence, still will be, And these,, were all for thee. The valley in a summer twilight lay— That fairy confine of the night and day— When leant behind the shade The fragrant shrubs around her lattice made, 'Scaped from her nurse, and each consoling phrase Sinking the spirit that it fain would raise. The room was small and dark; but when the wind Moved the green branches of the myrtle-blind, A crimson beauty wooed the maiden's eye:— She look'd and saw, where, dark against the sky, His father's battlements rose on the air;— Alas, how haughty and how high they were!