From bars of cloud that seemed to stand between,
And pray'd and smiled, and smiled and pray'd alone.
VII.
The stars had fled. Not one remain'd behind
To warn or comfort; or to make amends
For hope delay'd,—for ecstasy that ends
At dawn's approach. The firmament was blind
Of all its eyes; and, wanton up the wind,
There came the shuddering that the twilight sends.
VIII.