XXXVIII

Yet something checked, that was and was not dread,

Till in a low sweet voice the maiden spake;

She was the Fairy of his dreams, she said,

And loved him simply for his human sake;

And that in heaven, wherefrom she took her birth,

They called her Poesy, the angel of the earth.

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