Читать книгу The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell Lowell - James Russell Lowell - Страница 98

She thought of Tristrem and of Lancilot,

Of all her dreams, and of kind fairies' might, 210

And how that dell was deemed a haunted spot,

Until there grew a mist before her sight.

And where the present was she half forgot,

Borne backward through the realms of old delight—

Then, starting up awake, she would have gone,

Yet almost wished it might not be alone.