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CANTO II.] Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead

When busy Memory flashes on my brain?

Well—I will dream that we may meet again,

And woo the vision to my vacant breast:

If aught of young Remembrance then remain,

Be as it may Futurity's behest,

For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest!

X.

Here let me sit upon this massy stone,

The marble column's yet unshaken base;

Here, son of Saturn! was thy favourite throne:N4

Mightiest of many such! Hence let me trace

The latent grandeur of thy dwelling-place.

It may not be: nor ev'n can Fancy's eye