It was the hour, it was that mystic hour
When ’tis no longer day nor yet is night;
And o’er all nature hangs a solemn hush,
And everything is peaceful and serene.
Then they both went away so quietly
That I was unaware that they had gone
Until I turned my head and saw them not.
V
My heart is like a man condemned to death,
Who in the corner of his gloomy cell