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64 And ruin with bitter ashes, worms, and dust, The beauty of his crowned, exalted head. He knew her presence,—soon he would not know, Nor feel her hand in his lie warm and close, Nor care if she were near him any more. Exhausted with long vigils, thus the queen Held hard and grievous thoughts, till heavy sleep Possessed her weary senses, and she dreamed. And even in her dream her trouble lived, For she was praying in a barren field To all the gods for help, when came across The waste of air and land, from distant skies, A spiritual voice divinely clear, Whose unimaginable sweetness thrilled Her aching heart with tremor of strange joy: &quot;Arise, Alcestis, cast away white fear. A god dwells with you: seek, and you shall find.&quot; Then quiet satisfaction filled her soul Almost akin to gladness, and she woke. &quot;Weak as the dead, Admetus lay there still; But she, superb with confidence, arose. And passed beyond the mourners curious eyes, Seeking Amphryssius in the meadow-lands. She found him with the godlike mien of one Who, roused, awakens unto deeds divine : &quot;I come, Hyperion, with incessant tears, To crave the life of my dear lord the king. Pity me, for I see the future years