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    And long I sat in silence there Amid the dim and silent air , < Till silence into wonder grew ,. And vivid apprehensions flew Athwart my brain ! I rose the while , And striving at such fear to smile > Walk'd thro' the gateway of the pile : Delora !

    I saw the dewy wild weeds weeping , I saw the flowers in twilight sleeping , I saw the green mounds and the walls That form'd the courts and ruin'd halls ; But all was void I Then hurriedly My voice I rais'd and call'd for thee ? And hollow echo came to me ! Delora I

    With hasty stride each turn I traced , For some fresh woe my nerves I braced ; No flowers , or courts , or walls , or mound I saw , nor heard I any sound Beside her echoed name ; my brain , FilFd with her image e ' en to pain , Sought her—sought , sought—and sought in vain Delora !

    The rack-round night at length was gone ; Hope found me in the vacant morn , Still thro * the gusty pile pursuing Its death-like courts and roofless ruin ; Imploring—grasping—or standing on

    The stony ribs of the skeleton ; Till every crevice was explor ed , Each weed-tuft known , each fragment scor'd , To find my heart ' s sole hope ana hoard ; Delora !

    Now thro the pile direct I cross Tow ' rds the south entrance ; with my loss Still warring to out-bar despair : The wide , blank common meets me there ! Oh ! thou cold sweep of land 1— -waste , wild , Suffering speeds o ' er thee—thou art fili'd- — Thy dews are desolate hearts distiU'd ; Delora !

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1836, page 726, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2664/page/10/