Part Iii. From The Restoration To The Present Times. I Saw The Figure Of A Lovely Maid Seated Alone Beneath A Darksome Tree, Whose Fondly-Overhanging Canopy Set Off Her Brightness With A Pleasing Shade. No Spirit Was She; 'That' My Heart Betrayed, For She Was One I Loved Exceedingly; But While I Gazed In Tender Reverie (Or Was It Sleep That With My Fancy Played?) The Bright Corporeal Presence, Form And Face Remaining Still Distinct Grew Thin And Rare, Like Sunny Mist; At Length The Golden Hair, Shape, Limbs, And Heavenly Features, Keeping Pace Each With The Other In A Lingering Race Of Dissolution, Melted Into Air.