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Rh In these stanzas a louder gale has roused the sleeper on her pillow: the wakened soul struggles to blend with the storm by which it is stayed.

VI

—there it is! it wakes to-night

Deep feelings I thought dead;

Strong in the blast—quick gathering light—

The heart's flame kindles red.

'Now I can tell by thine altered cheek,

And by thine eyes' full gaze,

And by the words thou scarce dost speak,

How wildly fancy plays.

'Yes—I could swear that glorious wind

Has swept the world aside,

Has dashed its memory from thy mind

Like foam-bells from the tide:

'And thou art now a spirit pouring

Thy presence into all:

The thunder of the tempest's roaring,

The whisper of its fall:

'An universal influence,

From thine own influence free;

A principle of life—intense—

Lost to mortality.