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THE SLEEPING MANSION, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: As our car rustled swiftly
Last Line: What peace and soft delight.
Alternate Author Name(s): Bridges, Robert+(2)

As our car rustled swiftly
along the village lane,
we caught sight for a moment
of the old house again,

Which once I made my home in—
ev'n as a soul may dwell
enamouring the body
that she loveth so well:

But I long since had left it;
what fortune now befals
finds me on other meadows
by other trees and walls.

The place look'd blank and empty,
a sleeper's witless face
which to his mind's enchantment
is numb, and gives no trace.

And to that slumbering mansion
was I come as a dream,
to cheer her in her stupor
and loneliness extreme.

I knew what sudden wonder
I brought her in my flight;
what rapturous joy possess'd her,
what peace and soft delight.

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