Swam round, as when the throbbing heart of man
Is burst for happiness it cannot hold;
And as he strove to break the mortal chain
That bound him where he lay, a mist arose
And envious bore that being from the spot.
Far from his sight she fled! and passed away
With floating witcheries of wildest song,
Into the twilight land where spirit forms
Like phantoms mingled with the swelling gale.