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change came o'er the spirit of my dream.The Wanderer was returned.--I saw him standBefore an Altar--with a gentle bride;Her face was fair, but was not that which madeThe Starlight[49] of his Boyhood;--as he stoodEven at the altar, o'er his brow there cameThe self-same aspect, and the quivering shock[50] 150That in the antique Oratory shookHis bosom in its solitude; and then--As in that hour--a moment o'er his faceThe tablet of unutterable thoughtsWas traced,--and then it faded as it came,And he stood calm and quiet, and he spokeThe fitting vows, but heard not his own words,And all things reeled around him; he could seeNot that which was, nor that which should have been--But the old mansion, and the accustomed hall, 160And the remembered chambers, and the place,The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade,All things pertaining to that place and hourAnd her who was his destiny, came backAnd thrust themselves between him and the light:What business had they there at such a time?
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