And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense
Expectancy and anguish of suspense,
On the dim chamber-threshold... lo! he sees
Like a strange, fated bride as yet unknown,
His timid future shrinking there alone,
Beneath her marriage-veil of mysteries.
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