Cheered him with its music low,
Hearkens he, and for the smile
Wont his dotage to beguile,
Lifts her drooping lids in vain,—
She will never smile again.
Ravished from their mistress pale,
Fly her tresses on the gale;
Driving North winds pipe and rave
Threnodies about her grave.
Bird and leaf forsake the tree—