VIII

There came a sound as of the sea;

Backward the lattice-blind she flung,

      And lean'd upon the balcony.

There all in spaces rosy-bright

      Large Hesper glitter'd on her tears,

      And deepening thro' the silent spheres

Heaven over Heaven rose the night.

And weeping then she made her moan,

      "The night comes on that knows not morn,

When I shall cease to be all alone,

      To live forgotten, and love forlorn."