Or is it all a vision now?
XXXIV.
At length, with Ellen in a grove
He seem’d to walk, and speak of love;
She listen’d with a blush and sigh,
His suit was warm, his hopes were high.
He sought her yielded hand to clasp,
And a cold gauntlet[83] met his grasp:
The phantom’s sex was changed and gone,
Upon its head a helmet shone;