A fantasy novel by George MacDonald

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A FAERIE ROMANCE.                           63
" Sweeter dreams are in the forest; Round thee storms would never rare ; And when need of rest is sorest, Glide thou then into thy cave.
" Or, if stiU thou choosest rather Marble, be its spell on me ; Let thy slumber round me gather. Let another dream with thee! *"
Again I paused, and gazed through the stony shroud, as if, by very force of penetrative sight, I would clear every lineament of the lovely face And now I thought the hand that had lain under the cheek, had slipped a little downward. But then I could not be sure that I had at first observed its position accurately. So I sang again; for the longing had grown into a passionate need of seeing her alive:
" Or art thou Death, 0 woman ? for since I Have set me singing by thy side, Life hath forsook the upper sky, And all the outer world hath died*
"Yea, I am dead ; for thou hast drawn My life all downward unto thee. Dead moon of love ! let twilight dawn; Awake ! and let the darkness flee.
" Cold lady of the lovely stone ! Awake ! or I shall perish here ; And thou be never more alone, My form and I for ages near.
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