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a dim and feeble joy, a soft and healing potion to my fever,d lips! that girds eternity, might not my heart it,s craving,s ever slake? i joyed as those a human tone to hear. her sweet lips seemed lurid in the moon, her fairest limbs with the night wind were chill o,er her pale bossom;- all within was still.

we who shall be dead and cold afor this morning, may on this world arise? wouldst tho i see the burning rays of dawn,s fatal gleam. alas gaze not on me, but turn thine firey eyes!

death shall be her final embrace, forsaken, bereft of passions, she was already dead?

dark, dark, yet clear, moved under the obscure, eternal shades. whose interwoven looms i move not with foot, my mind! and travel the ancient paths of my mind.

and so she moved under the silken veil, which made the paleness of her cheek more pale. and deepened the faint crimson of her mouth, and darkened he dark locks, as moonlight doth!