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hus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm 280Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dreamBy the dusk curtains:--'twas a midnight charmImpossible to melt as iced stream:The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam;Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies:It seem'd he never, never could redeemFrom such a stedfast spell his lady's eyes;So mus'd awhile, entoil'd in woofed phantasies.
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