English poem

To a Lady, X

Bear with me, while in sooth I tell How mine own eye was purged, to see A strange and awful miracle, The haunted deep of Destiny. Ah me, I know the story well! And I was once as blithe as ye; But one whose soul hath been in Hell, Ev’n in a dream, must sadden’d be.

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