But scarce believing her yet slumb’rous eyes—
’Til, opportune, the wardrobe glass disclosed
The doubtful myst’ry; then she grew composed,
Alighted venturously on the soft floor,
And scann’d the toilet o’er and o’er and o’er:
She timorously removes[202] the window-blind;
Observes, with pleasure, the fantastic hind,
The antler’d buck, the mother and her fawn;
And all the beauties of the verdured lawn.
The ivy tendrils kiss’d her window-pane,