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 | | Her falt’ring hand upon the balustrade, Old Angela was feeling for the stair, When Madeline, St. Agnes’ charmed maid, Rose, like a mission’d spirit, unaware: With silver taper’s light, and pious care, She turn’d, and down the aged gossip led To a safe level matting. |
 | | Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains:—’twas a midnight charm Impossible 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 redeem From such a stedfast spell his lady’s eyes; So mus’d awhile, entoil’d in woofed phantasies. |
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