Section 7 The Eve of Saint Agnes (1924)
(panels 13 to 16)
These delicates he heap’d with glowing hand
She still beheld,
Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep
‘Tis dark; quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet'
This is no dream, my bride, my Madeline!
Porphyro prepares a feast of rare delicacies for Madeline. Madeline awakens and, when she sees Porphyro before her, she thinks she is still dreaming.
Photo credit: Dublin City Gallery The Hugh Lane - Text © by Lucy Costigan