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Iiviil—A Dream Of Death.
IiVIIL—A DREAM OF DEATH .
~«^- [Nothing Grieved Me, Nothing Pained...
_~«^ - [ _Nothing grieved me , nothing pained ine ,
Soft I sank away , Till the arm that had sustained me ,
Held but helpless clay . By my bed a sigh was uttered ,
And a ghost of sound Reached me as my spirit fluttered
O ' er the awful bound . Then there ceased a swift strong motion ,
Ages might have rolled , Countless as the drops of ocean ,
As the grains of mould ; Or a moment scarce have flitted ,
Of the earthly day , Since my prison house I quitted
By the unknown way . Clothed I was with shape ethereal
, In my mortal frame , ,., ,. > Moulded , but of no material _'Cty'it
Known by mortal name . \ ; Tidings still must rest unspoken ,
Of that wonder laud ; By no earthly sign or token
Men might understand , Could be told its hidden glories ,
Or the rapturous flow Of the endless human stories
Closing here in woe . But upon its shore I only
Lingered , so it seemed , And my soul grew sad and lonely ,
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1859, page 388, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081859/page/28/