Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
that sweep with delirium the poppy gardens of Yemen. The protracted denial of his previous life was all compensated in the intoxicating fancy of the hour. The creature of his imperfect waking desires, grew to a perfect being in his dreams. He was transported to Paradise, a region which, at that moment, he could find at Tripoli only. And she came forth, the first, to bid him welcome. His reception was not only one of blessing but of ceremonial. The lady of his love was environed by state ; but this did not lessen the benignity of her favor. Princes were grouped around her�the severe and stately forms of the Knights of the Temple�the humbler, but not less imposing Brothers of the Hospital�and many others, knights and nobles, with their banners and their shields. And he himself he, Geoffrey Rudel, prince of Blaye�was in the midst of the splendid circle�the person to whom all eyes were drawn
upon whom her eye was specially fastened�she, the nearest to his heart and person, the lovely countess of Tripoli. But a moment was the glorious vision vouchsafed him ; but, even as it began to fade away �growing momentarily more and more dim, without growing less beautiful lie caught the whispered words of her parting salutation�" Hither to me, Rudel�hither to me�and the love that thou seekest, and the peace�shall they not both be thine ?"
THIS was a bliss too great for slumber. It was a bliss too precious to lose at waking. Rudel necessarily awakened with the excess of rapture. He started to his feet with a new impulse. The birds sang, but vainly, from his trees. The flowers in vain stretched forth to his hand. IIe heeded not the endearments of his greyhound, who started up at the same moment with his master, and whined, and lifted his paws to receive the accustomed caresses. Ile saw these things no longer. The old temptations and pleasures were discarded or forgotten. A new soul seemed to inform his spirit. A new hope was embodied in his heart. He had received in that dream an inspiration. What was tenderness simply in his heart before, was now passion. Ms dream was reality. He no longer sighed�he felt. Ile lived,