XI

All close they met again, before the dusk

      Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,

All close they met, all eves, before the dusk

      Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil,

Close in a bower of hyacinth and musk,

      Unknown of any, free from whispering tale.

Ah! better had it been for ever so,

Than idle ears should pleasure in their woe.