Chapter 4

I thought today within the crowded mart I saw thee for a moment, friend of mine, And all at once my blood leapt fast and fine And a new light broke on my shadowed heart. 'T was but a moment that my fancy's art Moulded another's features into thine, For when he passed me by and gave no sign, The bitter truth came back with sudden start. Then I remembered how the Merlin spell Of waving arms and woven paces bands Thy dust forever in its four-walled cell, Heedless of all except thy Seer's commands-- Holds thee enraptured with the charms that dwell In broken paces and in folded hands.

Transcriber's Note:

Variant spellings and proper nouns remain as printed. Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note, whilst significant amendments have been listed below:

p. 8, 'pleasuance' amended to _pleasaunce_; 'Some decked for the pleasaunce bower'

p. 25, 'Homme' amended to _Homme_; 'The old "Bon Homme Richard's" unlaid ghost'

End of Project Gutenberg's Pan and Aeolus: Poems, by Charles Hamilton Musgrove