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Then drawing in her breath aloud,
Behold! her bosom and half her side
A sight to dream of, not to tell!
She took two paces, and a stride,
In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell,
But vainly thou warrest,
For this is alone in Thy power to declare, That in the dim forest Thou heard'st a low moaning, And found'st a bright lady, surpassingly fair: And didst bring her home with thee in love and in charity,
To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.
PART THE FIRST.
It was a lovely sight to see
And both blue eyes more bright than clear,
With open eyes (ah woe is me !)
Dreaming that alone, which is
O sorrow and shame! Can this be she,
A star hath set, a star hath risen,
And see! the lady Christabel
Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep,