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Looking back on all this, it see

my reason, for I had then by no e's fist, and indeed even now I am at times not wholly free

from its effect

My sleep, too, was often broken and troubled ild drea, I would sit before

the e at my elbow, and think of

Chararments

behindand breathless; at such tiainst the lattice would fill me with a

fever of hope and expectation Often and often her soft laugh

stole to le of the brook, and she would call to ht silences in a voice very sweet, and faint, and

far away Then I would plunge out into the dark, and lift ony, and journey on through

a desolate world, to return with the daeary and despondent

It was after one of these wild night expeditions that I sat

beneath a tree, watching the sunrise And yet I think I must