But false! O Heaven![1320] The dreadful thought
Surged in my brain.[1321] I crushed[1322] it, fought[1323]
It down with frenzied eagerness.
The note was open; chilled, nerveless,
I drew it[1324] from its fold and read,
[1325]“This night to meet him,” so it said.
This night! how throbbed[1326] my aching head!
Her house it gave—the place, the hour—
I seemed renewed with sudden power.