Vibrates even now within mine ear;
Soft and silver voices bid me follow,
Yet my soul is dull and will not hear.
Waking it will stay:
Let me watch till day—
Fainter will they come, and disappear."
IV.
"Speak not thus to me, my own—my dearest!
These are but the phantoms of thy brain;
Nothing can befall thee which thou fearest,