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mesmerism.
XII.
I watched him well. I saw as once he waved
Above her head his hands,
That flames fell from them; once I madly braved
His resolute commands,
And rushed towards her,—God! to see
Her turn to him—to him! from me.
Above her head his hands,
That flames fell from them; once I madly braved
His resolute commands,
And rushed towards her,—God! to see
Her turn to him—to him! from me.
XIII.
I strove to speak, my voice seemed weak and strange;
Thick foam was on my lips—
"Pause, pause," I said; I saw her features change
As when a black eclipse
Makes void the sky of the great Sun . . .
"Tis o'er," he said, "my work is done."
Thick foam was on my lips—
"Pause, pause," I said; I saw her features change
As when a black eclipse
Makes void the sky of the great Sun . . .
"Tis o'er," he said, "my work is done."
XIV.
He touched her hand, "Do I now hold thee, sweet?
Thou'rt mine by spirit might—
Then come with me." She rose upon her feet
Out—out into the night.
I followed swift her gliding tread,
Poor angel! by a demon led.
Thou'rt mine by spirit might—
Then come with me." She rose upon her feet
Out—out into the night.
I followed swift her gliding tread,
Poor angel! by a demon led.
