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CALL to mind your loveliest dream	A
When your sleep is lull'd by a mountain stream	A
When your pillow is made of the violet	B
And over your head the branches are met	C
Of a lime tree cover'd with bloom and bees	D
When the roses' breath is on the breeze	D
When odours and light on your eyelids press	E
With summer's delicious idleness	F
And upon you some shadowy likeness may glance	G
Of the faery banks of the bright Durance	G
Just where at first its current flows	G
'Mid willows and its own white rose	G
Its clear and early tide or ere	H
A shade save trees its waters bear	H
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The sun like an Indian king has left	I
To that fair river a royal gift	J
Of gold and purple no longer shines	G
His broad red disk o'er that forest of pines	G
Sweeping beneath the burning sky	K
Like a death black ocean whose billows lie	K
Dreaming dark dreams of storm in their sleep	L
When the wings of the tempest shall over them sweep	L
And with its towers cleaving the red	M
Of the sunset clouds and its shadow spread	M
Like a cloak before it darkening the ranks	G
Of the light young trees on the river's banks	G
And ending there as the waters shone	N
Too bright for shadows to rest upon	O
A castle stands whose windows gleam	A
Like the golden flash of a noon lit stream	A
Seen through the lily and water flags' screen	P
Just so shine those panes through the ivy green	P
A curtain to shut out sun and air	H
Which the work of years has woven there	H
But not in the lighted pomp of the west	Q
Looks the evening its loveliest	Q
Enter yon turret and round you gaze	G
On what the twilight east displays	G
One star pure clear as if it shed	Q
The dew on each young flower's head	Q
And like a beauty of southern clime	A
Her veil thrown back for the first time	A
Pale timid as she feared to own	N
Her claim upon the midnight throne	N
Shows the fair moon her crescent sign	R
Beneath in many a serpentine	R
The river wanders chesnut trees	G
Spread their old boughs o'er cottages	G
Where the low roofs and porticoes	G
Are cover'd with the Provence rose	G
And there are vineyards none might view	S
The fruit o'er which the foliage weaves	G
And olive groves pale as the dew	S
Crusted its silver o'er the leaves	G
And there the castle garden lay	T
With tints in beautiful array	T
Its dark green walks its fountains falling	U
Its tame birds to each other calling	U
The peacock with its orient rings	G
The silver pheasant's gleaming wings	G
And on the breeze rich odours sent	Q
Sweet messages as if they meant	Q
To rouse each sleeping sense to all	V
The loveliness of evening's fall	V
That lonely turret is it not	Q
A minstrel's own peculiar spot	Q
Thus with the light of shadowy grey	T
To dream the pleasant hours away	T
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Slight columns were around the hall	V
With wreathed and fluted pedestal	W
Of green Italian marble made	Q
In likeness of the palm trees' shade	Q
And o'er the ceiling starry showers	G
Mingled with many colour'd flowers	G
With crimson roses o'er her weeping	U
There lay that royal maiden sleeping	U
DANAE she whom gold could move	X
How could it move her heart to love	Y
Between the pillars the rich fold	Q
Of tapestry fell inwrought with gold	Q
And many colour'd silks which gave	Z
Strange legends of the fair and brave	Z
And there the terrace covered o'er	A2
With summer's fair and scented store	B2
As grateful for the gentle care	H
That had such pride to keep it fair	H
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And gazing as if heart and eye	K
Were mingled with that lovley sky	K
There stood a youth slight as not yet	Q
With manhood's strength and firmness set	Q
But on his cold pale cheek were caught	Q
The traces of some deeper thought	Q
A something seen of pride and gloom	A
Not like youth's hour of light and bloom	A
A brow of pride a lip of scorn	C2
Yet beautiful in scorn and pride	Q
A conscious pride as if he own'd	Q
Gems hidden from the world beside	Q
And scorn as he cared not to learn	D2
Should others prize those gems or spurn	D2
He was the last of a proud race	G
Who left him but his sword and name	A
And boyhood past in restless dreams	G
Of future deeds and future fame	A
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But there were other dearer dreams	G
Than the light'ning flash of these war gleams	G
That fill'd the depths of RAYMOND'S heart	Q
For his was now the loveliest part	Q
Of the young poet's life when first	Q
In solitude and silence nurst	Q
His genius rises like a spring	U
Unnoticed in its wandering	U
Ere winter cloud or summer ray	T
Have chill'd or wasted it away	T
When thoughts with their own beauty fill'd	Q
Shed their own richness over all	V
As waters from sweet woods distill'd	Q
Breathe perfume out where'er they fall	V
I know not whether Love can fling	U
A deeper witchery from his wing	U
Than falls sweet Power of Song from thine	R
Yet ah the wreath that binds thy shrine	R
Though seemingly all bloom and light	Q
Hides thorn and canker worm and blight	Q
Planet of wayward destinies	G
Thy victims are thy votaries	G
Alas for him whose youthful fire	A2
Is vowed and wasted on the lyre	E2
Alas for him who shall essay	G
The laurel's long and dreary way	G
Mocking will greet neglect will chill	F2
His spirit's gush his bosom's thrill	F2
And worst of all that heartless praise	G
Echoed from what another says	G
He dreams a dream of life and light	Q
And grasps the rainbow that appears	G
Afar all beautiful and bright	Q
And finds it only formed of tears	G
Ay let him reach the goal let fame	A
Pour glory's sunlight on his name	A
Let his songs be on every tongue	G2
And wealth and honours round him flung	G2
Then let him show his secret thought	Q
Will it not own them dearly bought	Q
See him in weariness fling down	H2
The golden harp the violet crown	H2
And sigh for all the toil the care	H
The wrong that he has had to bear	H
Then wish the treasures of his lute	Q
Had been like his own feelings mute	Q
And curse the hour when that he gave	Z
To sight that wealth his lord and slave	Z
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But RAYMOND was in the first stage	I2
Of life's enchanted pilgrimage	J2
'Tis not for Spring to think on all	V
The sear and waste of Autumn's fall	V
Enough for him to watch beside	Q
The bursting of the mountain tide	Q
To wander through the twilight shade	Q
By the dark arching pine boughs made	Q
And at the evening's starlit hour	A2
To seek for some less shadowy bower	A2
Where dewy leaf and flower pale	K2
Made the home of the nightingale	K2
Or he would seek the turret hall	V
And there unheard unseen of all	V
When even the night winds were mute	Q
His rich tones answer'd to the lute	Q
And in his pleasant solitude	Q
He would forget his wayward mood	Q
And pour his spirit forth when none	L2
Broke on his solitude save one	L2
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There is a light step passing by	K
Like the distant sound of music's sigh	K
It is that fair and gentle child	Q
Whose sweetness has so oft beguiled	Q
Like sunlight on a stormy day	G
His almost sullenness away	G
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They said she was not of mortal birth	M2
And her face was fairer than face of earth	M2
What is the thing to liken it to	Q
A lily just dipp'd in the summer dew	Q
Parian marble snow's first fall	V
Her brow was fairer than each and all	V
And so delicate was each vein's soft blue	Q
'Twas not like blood that wander'd through	Q
Rarely upon that cheek was shed	Q
By health or by youth one tinge of red	Q
And never closest look could descry	Q
In shine or in shade the hue of her eye	K
But as it were made of light it changed	Q
With every sunbeam that over it ranged	Q
And that eye could look through the long dark lash	N2
With the moon's dewy smile or the lightning's flash	N2
Her silken tresses so bright and so fair	Q
Stream'd like a banner of light on the air	Q
And seldom its sunny wealth around	Q
Was chaplet of flowers or ribbon bound	Q
But amid the gold of its thousand curls	G
Was twisted a braid of snow white pearls	G
They said 'twas a charmed spell that before	Q
This braid her nameless mother wore	Q
And many were the stories wild	Q
Whisper'd of the neglected child	Q
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LORD AMIRALD thus the tale was told	Q
The former lord of the castle hold	Q
LORD AMIRALD had followed the chase	G
Till he was first and last in the race	G
The blood d	Q