And thus th’ impression day by day renew’d;
I saw him always, always loved to see, 290
For, when alone, he was my company;
In company, with him alone I seem’d,
And, if not dreaming, was as one who dream’d.
“Thus, robb’d of sleep, I found, when evening came,
A pleasing torpor steal upon my frame;
But still the habit drew my languid feet
To the loved darkness of the favourite seat;
And there, by silence and by sadness press’d,