A dreamer!——“is the sister ladye gone?”
He started at the silence of the air
That slumber’d over him—she is not there.
And either slept not through the live-long night,
Or slept in fitful trances, with a bright,
Fair dream upon their eyelids: but they rose
In sorrow from the pallet of repose:
For the dark thought of their sad destiny
Came o’er them, like a chasm of the deep sea,
That was to rend their fortunes; and at eve