The eve of StAgnes . -es wide open shone:Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured eyes were open, but she still beheld,Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:There was a painful change, that nigh expelldThe blisses of her dream so pure and which fair Madeline began to weep,And moan forth witless words with many a sigh;While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep,Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye,Fearing to move or speak, she lookd so dreamingly. XXXV. Ah, Porphyro! said she, but even nowThy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear,Made tunable with e
The eve of StAgnes . -es wide open shone:Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured eyes were open, but she still beheld,Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:There was a painful change, that nigh expelldThe blisses of her dream so pure and which fair Madeline began to weep,And moan forth witless words with many a sigh;While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep,Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye,Fearing to move or speak, she lookd so dreamingly. XXXV. Ah, Porphyro! said she, but even nowThy voice was at sweet tremble in mine ear,Made tunable with ever} sweetest vow;And those sad eyes were spiritual and changed thou art! how pallid, chill, and drear!Give me that voice again, my Porphyro, Those looks immortal, those complainings dear! Oh, leave nie not in this eternal woe,For if thou diest, my love, I know not where to go.
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