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XL.

"I know what was, I feel full well what is,

⁠And I should rage, if spirits could go mad;
Though I forget the taste of earthly bliss,
⁠That paleness warms my grave, as though I had
A Seraph chosen from the bright abyss
⁠To be my spouse: thy paleness makes me glad;
Thy beauty grows upon me, and I feel
A greater love through all my essence steal."320

XLI.

The Spirit mourn'd "Adieu!"—dissolv'd, and left

⁠The atom darkness in a slow turmoil;
As when of healthful midnight sleep bereft,
⁠Thinking on rugged hours and fruitless toil,
We put our eyes into a pillowy cleft,
⁠And see the spangly gloom froth up and boil:
It made sad Isabella's eyelids ache,
And in the dawn she started up awake;