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the cenci's dream.
The procreant east, as it slowly heaps up towards the zenith,
I's violet and rose, for a twelve-hour's remembrance and promise
To earth in her darkness!—Such heart-ease I feel,and such gladness!
Thou leadest—I follow—and see, of all fields for reposing,
Thou alightest with me here!—here, where heart's-ease is growing and purpling
The infinite level—And O, dost thou cover me with it?
Head, bosom and arms, with the wealth more than regal?—and leaning
Thy forehead to mine, make better their breath with thine own,
As thou murmurest deeply, "Poor child," O, at that, how mine eyes
Grow dark all at once, with wild tears! O, what I have suffered,
I's violet and rose, for a twelve-hour's remembrance and promise
To earth in her darkness!—Such heart-ease I feel,and such gladness!
Thou leadest—I follow—and see, of all fields for reposing,
Thou alightest with me here!—here, where heart's-ease is growing and purpling
The infinite level—And O, dost thou cover me with it?
Head, bosom and arms, with the wealth more than regal?—and leaning
Thy forehead to mine, make better their breath with thine own,
As thou murmurest deeply, "Poor child," O, at that, how mine eyes
Grow dark all at once, with wild tears! O, what I have suffered,
