Whose whirling worlds seem wondrously whiter than is this.
O! vision! vast and various to my view,
Ye stars, which shine “because you’ve nothing else to do.”
I gaze upon your splendours, so superbly spacious—
Good gracious!
A minstrel wanders forth. I’ll quench the light
And hear his music on the airs of night.
(Puts out the candle.)
Enter Roderigo.
I see her! I see her! I see her at the winder,