Coleridge's "Christabel"

 ...

And see! the lady Christabel

Gathers herself from out of her trance;

Her limbs relax, her countenance 

Grows sad & soft; the smooth thin lids,

Close on her eyes; and tears she sheds --

Large tears that leave her lashes bright!

And oft the while she seems to smile

As infants at a sudden light!

Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep, 

Like a youthful hermitess,

Beauteous in the wilderness,

Who praying always, prays in sleep.

And, if she moves unquietly,

Perchance, 'tis but the blood so free

Comes back and tingles in her feet.

No doubt, she has a vision sweet.

What if her guardian spirit 'twere

What if she knew her mother near?

But this she knows, in joys and woes,

That saints will aid if men will call:

For the blue sky bends over all!

...

From Samuel Taylor Coleridge 's "Christabel"

The MacMillan Company, New York, 1920

MacMillan's Pocket Classics

Preface: Tuley Francis Huntington