I felt a world my own, and was at rest.
“One night, when urged with more than usual zeal, 300
And feeling all that such enthusiasts feel,
I paced the altar by, the pillars round,
And knew no terror in the sacred ground;
For mine were thoughts that banish’d all such fear—
I wish’d, I long’d, to have that form appear;
And, as I paced the sacred aisles, I cried,
‘Let not thy Emma’s spirit be denied
The sight of thine; or if I may not see,