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MARIANNE'S DREAM
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III
At first all deadly shapes were driven
Tumultuously across her sleep,
And o'er the vast cope of bending heaven15
All ghastly-visaged clouds did sweep;
And the Lady ever looked to spy
If the golden[1] sun shone forth on high.

IV
And as towards the east she turned,
She saw aloft in the morning air,
Which now with hues of sunrise burned,21
A great black Anchor rising there;
And wherever the Lady turned her eyes,
It hung before her in the skies.

V
The sky was blue as the summer sea,
The depths were cloudless overhead,26
The air was calm as it could be,
There was no sight or[2] sound of dread,
But that black Anchor floating still
Over the piny eastern hill.30

VI
The Lady grew sick with a weight of fear
To see that Anchor ever hanging,
And veiled her eyes; she then did hear
The sound as of a dim low clanging,
And looked abroad if she might know35
Was it aught else, or but the flow
Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro.

VII
There was a mist in the sunless air,
Which shook as it were with an earthquake's shock,
But the very weeds that blossomed there40
Were moveless, and each mighty rock
Stood on its basis steadfastly;
The Anchor was seen no more on high.

VIII
But piled around, with summits hid
In lines of cloud at intervals,45
Stood many a mountain pyramid
Among whose everlasting walls
Two mighty cities shone, and ever
Through the red mist their domes did quiver.

IX
On two dread mountains, from whose crest,50
Might seem, the eagle, for her brood,
Would ne'er have hung her dizzy nest,
Those tower-encircled cities stood.
A vision strange such towers to see,
Sculptured and wrought so gorgeously,55
Where human art could never be.

X
And columns framed of marble white,
And giant fanes, dome over dome
Piled, and triumphant gates, all bright
With workmanship, which could not come60
From touch of mortal instrument,
Shot o'er the vales, or[3] lustre lent
From its[4] own shapes magnificent.

XI
But still the Lady heard that clang
Filling the wide air far away;65
And still the mist whose light did hang
Among the mountains shook alway,
So that the Lady's heart beat fast,
As half in joy, and half aghast,
On those high domes her look she cast.70

  1. golden 1819; gold 1824, 1839.
  2. or 1824; nor 1839.
  3. or] a cj. Rossetti.
  4. its] their cj. Rossetti.