Nay, did'st thou hear this twittering peal of song?
Selene.
Some noise I heard; this glen is full of sounds.
Phœbus.
Fling back thy veil, and staunch thy tears, and gaze.
Selene.
At thee, my brother, not at my darkened orb.
Phœbus.
Gaze then at me. What seest thou in mine eyes?