A Sequel to Don Juan — page 140: what you’re looking at

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DON JUAN. 13l XII. For in her gentle breast a dismal void Had been since with her lover she had parted ; And, though at intervals with fond hopes buoyed, At times she wept as she were broken-hearted. Then, when her fairy visions were destroyed, Into her soul a gleam of sunshine darted, As if the brightest ray of paradise Entered the hemisphere of midnight skies. XIII. Ah! Hope wiil soar, like eagle, towards the sun, With eyes upon her idol ever bent, And then recoil, like that ephemeron From its vain journey to the firmament. Wing-weary, ere one half her flight be done, Hope feels her energy and vigour spent, And droops inmournful silence on the plain, Till tempted by fresh rays to soar again. XIV. But now the secret wish and secret prayer, Which in her thoughts alone had Rose confest,— Those aspirations of her heart that ne’er In oral syllables had been exprest,— These—these were answered now ;—and he was there— Joy had resumed its dwelling in her breast ; And from the lovers’ eyes, transfused, were sent Those glances that their souls together blent. COMmiclboOoks.conn