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Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm
Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream
By the dusk curtains:—’twas a midnight charm
Impossible to melt as iced stream:
The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam;
Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies:
It seem’d he never, never could redeem
From such a stedfast spell his lady’s eyes;
So mus’d awhile, entoil’d in woofed phantasies.
Summary
Uttering these words in a whisper, his warm, enfeebled arm sinks in her pillow. It is, however, impossible to disturb her dream, as it is shaded by dark curtains; moreover, it is a midnight charm which it is as impossible to break as a stream frozen and baked into ice. The highly polished dishes glitter in the moonlight. The golden border of the carpet appears bright in the moonlight. It seems to Porphyro that he can never free her eyes from the bondage, of such deep sleep. In this mood he brooded for some time, his mind being confused as woven threads.