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ht To the hope of a moment: no more! If there fell Any tear on this page, 'twas a friend's. "So farewell To the past--and to you, Alfred Vargrave. "LUCILE." X. So ended that letter. The room seem'd to reel Round and round in the mist that was scorching his eyes With a fiery dew. Grief, resentment, surprise, Half chocked him; each word he had read, as it smote Down some hope, rose and grasped like a hand at his throat, To stifle and strangle him. Gasping already For relief from himself, with a footstep unsteady, He pass'd from his chamber. He felt both oppress'd And excited. The letter he thrust in his breast, And, in search of fresh air and of solitude, pass'd The long lime-trees of Luchon. His footsteps at last Reach'd a bare narrow heath by the skirts of a wood: It was sombre and silent, and suited his mood. By a mineral spring, long unused, now unknown, Stood a small ruin'd abbey. He reach'd it, sat down On a fragment of stone, 'mid the wild weed and thistle, And read over again that perplexing epistle. XI. In re-reading that letter, there roll'd from his mind The raw mist of resentment which first made him blind To the pathos breath'd through it. Tears rose in his eyes, And a hope sweet and strange in his heart seem'd to rise. The truth which he saw not the first time he read That letter, he now saw--that each word betray'd The love which the writer had sought to conceal. His love was received not, he could not but feel, For one reason alone,--that his love was not free. True! free yet he was not: but could he not be Free erelong, free as air to revoke that farewell, And to sanction his own hopes? he had but to tell The truth to Matilda, and she were the first To release him: he had but to wait at the worst. Matilda's relations would probably snatch Any pretext, with pleasure, to break off a match In which they had yielded, alone at the whim Of their spoil'd child, a languid approval to him. She herself, careless child! was her love for him aught Save the first joyous fancy succeeding the thought She last gave to her dol
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