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And, even when she turn'd, the curse.

Had fallen, and her future Lord

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Was drown'd in passing thro' the ford,

Or kill'd in falling from his horse.

O, what to her shall be the end?

And what to me remains of good?

To her, perpetual maidenhood,

And unto me, no second friend.

VII.

DARK house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,

Doors, where my heart was used to beat

So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasp'd no more
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,

And like a guilty thing I creep

At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away

The noise of life begins again,

And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain

On the bald street breaks the blank day.

VIII.

A HAPPY lover who has come

To look on her that loves him well,

Who lights and rings the gateway bell And learns her gone and far from home,

He saddens, all the magic light

Dies off at once from bower and hall,

And all the place is dark, and all The chambers emptied of delight;

So find I every pleasant spot

In which we two were wont to meet,
The field, the chamber and the street,

For all is dark where thou art not.

Yet as that other, wandering there
In those deserted walks, may find
A flower beat with rain and wind,
Which once she foster'd up with care;

So seems it in my deep regret,

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my forsaken heart, with thee

And this poor flower of

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Which little cared for fades not yet.

But since it pleased a vanish'd eye
I go to plant it on his tomb,

That if it can it there may bloom, Or dying there at least may die.

IX.

FAIR ship, that from the Italian shore,
Sailest the placid ocean-plains

With my lost Arthur's loved remains, Spread thy full wings, and waft him o'er.

So draw him home to those that mourn
In vain; a favourable speed

Ruffle thy mirror'd mast, and lead
Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn.

All night no ruder air perplex

Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright As our pure love, thro' early light Shall glimmer on the dewy decks.

Sphere all your lights around, above;

Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love.

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