What,
indeed, was my passion for the young girl of the valley in
comparison with the fervor, and the delirium, and the spirit-lifting
ecstasy of adoration with which I poured out my whole soul in tears at
the feet of the ethereal Ermengarde?- Oh, bright was the seraph
Ermengarde! and in that knowledge I had room for none other.- Oh,
divine was the angel Ermengarde! and as I looked down into the
depths of her memorial eyes, I thought only of them- and of her.
I wedded;- nor dreaded the curse I had invoked; and its bitterness
was not visited upon me. And once- but once again in the silence of
the night; there came through my lattice the soft sighs which had
forsaken me; and they modelled themselves into familiar and sweet
voice, saying:
"Sleep in peace!- for the Spirit of Love reigneth and ruleth, and,
in taking to thy passionate heart her who is Ermengarde, thou art
absolved, for reasons which shall be made known to thee in Heaven,
of thy vows unto Eleonora."
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