And nodding/ by the fire,/ take down/ this book,
And slowly read,/ and dream /of the soft look
Your eyes/ had once/, and/ of their shadows deep;
How many /loved your moments/ of glad grace,
And/ loved your beauty/ with love/ false or true,
But one man loved /the pilgrim Soul/ in you,
And/ loved the sorrows /of your changing face;
And bending down/ beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, /a little sadly/, how Love fled
And paced /upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face/ amid a crowd /of stars.