He dropped the hand he held, and with slow steps

Retired, but not as bidding her adieu,100

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For they did part with mutual smiles; he passed

From out the massy gate of that old Hall,[37]

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And mounting on his steed he went his way;

And ne'er repassed that hoary threshold more.[46]

IV.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds

Of fiery climes he made himself a home,

And his Soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt

With strange and dusky aspects; he was not

Himself like what he had been; on the sea110

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And on the shore he was a wanderer;

There was a mass of many images

Crowded like waves upon me, but he was

A part of all; and in the last he lay

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