VII

An image seem'd to pass the door,

To look into her eyes and say,

      "But thou shalt be alone no more."

And flaming downward over all

      From heat to heat the day decreased,

      And slowly rounded to the east

The one black shadow from the wall.

            "The day to night," she made her moan,

                  "The day to night, the night to morn,

            And day and night I am left alone

                  To live forgotten, and love forlorn."