("J'Aime ' Me Figure.") [Bk. Iii. Vii. And Viii.] I Love To Look, As Evening Fails, On Vestals Streaming In Their Veils, Within The Fane Past Altar Rails, Green Palms In Hand. My Darkest Moods Will Always Clear When I Can Fancy Children Near, With Rosy Lips A-Laughing - Dear, Light-Dancing Band! Enchanting Vision, Too, Displayed, That Of A Sweet And Radiant Maid, Who Knows Not Why She Is Afraid, - Love'S Yet Unseen! Another - Rarest 'Mong The Rare - To See The Gaze Of Chosen Fair Return Prolonged And Wistful Stare Of Eager Een. But - Dream O'Er All To Stir My Soul, And Shine The Brightest On The Roll, Is When A Land Of Tyrant'S Toll By Sword Is Rid. I Say Not Dagger - With The Sword When Right Enchampions The Horde, All In Broad Day - So That The Bard May Sing The Victor With The Starred Bayard And Cid!