LIX.
Then the broad, lonely sunrise!—and the plash
Into the sounding waves![305] Around her head
They parted, with a glancing moment’s flash,
Then shut—and all was still. And now thy bed
Is of their secrets, gentlest Leonor!
Once fairest of young brides!—and never more,
Loved as thou wert, may human tear be shed
Above thy rest! No mark the proud seas keep,
To show where he that wept may pause again to weep!