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THE IMPROVISATRICE.
A drug, and said it would recover
The lost heart of her faithless lover.
She trembled as she turned to see
His demon sneer’s malignity;
And every step was winged with dread,
To hear the curse howled as she fled.
It is the purple twilight’s hour,
And Julian is in Ida’s bower.
He has brought gold, as gold could bless
His work of utter desolateness!
He has brought gems, as if Despair
Had any pride in being fair!
But Ida only wept, and wreathed
Her white arms round his neck; then breathed
