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A visitant from Paradise ; For—Heaven forgive that thought l the while 285 Which made me both to weep and smi1e—— I sometimes deem’d that it might be My brother’s soul come down to me ; But then at last away it flew, And then ’twas mortal—well. I knew, 290 For he would never thus have flown, And left me twice so doubly lone— Lone—-as the corse within its shroud, Lone-as a solitary cloud,

A single cloud on a sunny day, 295 While all the rest of heaven is clear, A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear

When skies are blue, and earth is gay.

XI.

A kind of change came in my fate, 300 My keepers grew compassionate,

I know not what had made them so,

They were inured to sights of woe,

But so it was :—my broken chain

With links unfasten’d did remain, 305 And it was liberty to stride

Along my cell from side to side,

And up and down, and then athwart,

And tread it over every part ;

And round the pillars one by one, 310 Returning where my walk begun,

Avoiding only, as I trod,

My brothers’ graves without a sod ;

For if I thought with heedless tread

My step profaned their lowly bed, 315