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mesmerism.
VI.
I sent for one, whose Art most strangely swayed
Both mind and body's health,
And with a fevered hope I sought his aid,
And offered untold wealth
If his magnetic power could save
My cherished blossom from the grave.
Both mind and body's health,
And with a fevered hope I sought his aid,
And offered untold wealth
If his magnetic power could save
My cherished blossom from the grave.
VII.
He came. Think you it was no pang to bring
This serpent to my Eve?
Each day some sweet familiar joy took wing
And yet I dared not grieve.
He said no influence must be
Between them—and I left them free.
This serpent to my Eve?
Each day some sweet familiar joy took wing
And yet I dared not grieve.
He said no influence must be
Between them—and I left them free.
VIII.
I yielded for a time; I saw she gained
Something of tender bloom,
A deeper sweetness o'er her beauty reigned,
A delicate perfume
Of graceful health; "One trial more,"
I sighed, "and then this task is o'er."
Something of tender bloom,
A deeper sweetness o'er her beauty reigned,
A delicate perfume
Of graceful health; "One trial more,"
I sighed, "and then this task is o'er."
