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Rh XLVII

ROSINA

of wild delirium past,

Weeks of fevered pain;

Rest from suffering comes at last;

Reason dawns again.

It was a pleasant April day

Declining to the afternoon;

Sunshine upon her pillow lay

As warm as middle June.

It told her unconsciously

Early spring had hurried by;

'Ah! Time has not delayed for me,'

She murmured with a sigh.

'Angora's hills have heard their tread,

The crimson flag is planted there;

Eldenna's waves are rolling red,

While I lie fettered here!

'Nay, rather, Gondal's shaken throne

Is now secure and free;

And my king Julius reigns alone

Debtless, alas! to me.'