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/ I saw her twins of eyelids listless swoon / Mesmeric eyes, / Like the mild lapsing of a lulling tune / On wide surprise, / While slow the graceful presence of a moon / Mellowed the purple skies.
/ And had she dreamed or had in fancy gone / As one who sought / To hail the influx of a godly dawn / Of heavenly thought, / Trod trembling o'er old sainted hill and lawn / With intense angels fraught?