Of where her lover might keep guard.
There, where a shafted moonbeam barred
An alcove of gray masonry,
His face shone out, so tranquilly
She thought him sleeping; but his eyes
Were wide, intent on her and wise
Beyond the sight of living men.
Softly she called to him and, when
He answered not, 'twas then she knew. . .
She kissed his forehead, and withdrew