“They mix in one another’s arms
To one pure image of regret.”
This picture is very beautiful.
CIII.
A dream is described,
“Which left my after-morn content;”
it imparted comfort.
The Poet seemed to be in a hall, where maidens were singing before a veiled statue—
“known to me,
The shape of him I loved.”
A dove flies in and summons him to the sea, where, together with his female companions, he enters a boat. As the boat glides away with them, they all seem to expand into greater size and strength; and a vast ship meets them, on the deck of which, in giant proportions, stands “the man we loved.”