130 Her daily portion, from her father's tent,

And spread her matting for his couch, and stole

From duties and repose to tend his steps:?

Enamoured, yet not daring for deep awe

To speak her love:?and watched his nightly sleep,

135 Sleepless herself, to gaze upon his lips

Parted in slumber, whence the regular breath

Of innocent dreams arose: then, when red morn

Made paler the pale moon, to her cold home

Wildered,? and wan, and panting, she returned. bewildered.

140 The Poet wandering on, through Arabie

And Persia, and the wild Carmanian waste,1

And o'er the aerial mountains which pour down

Indus and Oxus2 from their icy caves,

In joy and exultation held his way;

145 Till in the vale of Cashmire, far within

Its loneliest dell, where odorous plants entwine

Beneath the hollow rocks a natural bower,

Beside a sparkling rivulet he stretched

His languid limbs. A vision on his sleep

150 There came, a dream of hopes that never yet

Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid

Sate near him, talking in low solemn tones.

Her voice was like the voice of his own soul

Heard in the calm of thought; its music long,

155 Like woven sounds of streams and breezes, held

His inmost sense suspended in its web

Of many-coloured woof? and shifting hues. weave

Knowledge and truth and virtue were her theme,

And lofty hopes of divine liberty,

160 Thoughts the most dear to him, and poesy,

Herself a poet. Soon the solemn mood

Of her pure mind kindled through all her frame

A permeating fire: wild numbers' then verse

She raised, with voice stifled in tremulous sobs

165 Subdued by its own pathos: her fair hands

Were bare alone, sweeping from some strange harp

he reaches Ethiopia (line 115), which had been 9. I.e., by quotations inscribed in the stone,

described as the 'cradle of the sciences.' 'Dae- 1. A desert in southern Persia,

mons': in Greek mythology, not evil spirits but 2. Rivers in Asia,

minor deities or attendant spirits.

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ALASTOR / 75 1

Strange symphony, and in their branching veins

The eloquent blood told an ineffable tale.

The beating of her heart was heard to fill

170 The pauses of her music, and her breath

Tumultuously accorded with those fits

Of intermitted song. Sudden she rose,

As if her heart impatiently endured

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