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    I'd feed their fame e ' en from my heart ' s best blood , Withering unseen , that they might flourish still . '

    Here is a picture , 4 Andromeda ! And she is with me—years roll , I shall change , But change can touch her not—so beautiful With her dark eyes , earnest and still , and hair

    Lifted and spread by the salt-sweeping breeze ; And one red-beam , all the storm leaves in heaven , Resting upon her eyes and face and hair , As she awaits the snake on the wet beach , By the dark rock , and the white wave just breaking At her feet ; quite naked and alone , —a thing

    You doubt not , nor fear for , secure that God Will come in thunder from the stars to save her . ' Our next quotation is towards the conclusion of the poem , whe ^ the recovering spirit meekly and trustingly invokes the tendings of affection for its perfect restoration .

    • The land which gave me thee shall be our home , Where nature lies all wild amid her lakes And snow-swathed mountains , and vast pines all girt With ropes of snow—where nature Iie 9 all bare , Suffering none to view her but a race Most stinted and deformed—like the mute dwarfs

    Which wait upon a naked Indian queen . And there ( the time being when the heavens are thick With storms ) I'll sit with thee while thou dost sing Thy native songs , gay as a desert bird Who crieth as he flies for perfect joyf Or telling me old stories of dead knights .

    Or I will read old lays to thee— -how she , The fair pale sister , went to her chill grave With poAver to love , and to be loved , and live . Or we will go together , like twin gods Of the infernal world , with scented lamp Over the dead—to call and to

    awake—Over the unshaped images which lie Within my mind ' s cave—only leaving all That tells of the past doubts . So when spring comes , And sunshine comes again like an old smile , And the fresh waters , and awakened birds , And budding woods await ua—I shall be Prepared , and we will go and think again ,

    And all old loves shall come to us—but changed As some sweet thought which harsh words veiled before ; Feeling God loves us , and that all that errs , Is a strange dream which death will dissipate ; And then when I am firm we'll seek again My own land , and again I will approach My old designs , and calmly look on all .

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    Pauline . 261

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1833, page 261, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2612/page/45/