V

At length burst in the argent revelry,

      With plume, tiara, and all rich array,

      Numerous as shadows haunting fairily

      The brain, new-stuff'd, in youth, with triumphs gay

      Of old romance. These let us wish away,

      And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there,

      Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day,

      On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care,

As she had heard old dames full many times declare.