text:  Sometimes I can think of her in her exquisite beauty and my soul drinks in as it were the sweet and liquid tones of the voice which once spoke peace to me and fancying her again before me I sink into an unquiet slumber till some hideous dream oppresses me and I see the fair brow of my "Julia" contracted withered; and instead of her silvery voice of enchantment a hissing sound escapes the lips I have worshipped