The Nativity. (continued 2)
Reading edition
“Oft on this terrace, when the day Was closing, have I stood and gazed, And seen the landscape fade away.”
That now is in the Holy Land, Yet in my memory from afar Is shining on us like a star. But linger not. For, while I speak, A sheeted spectre white and tall, The cold mist climbs the castle wall, And lays his hand upon thy cheek. [They go in.]