And honour fled; but still he spoke of love,
And all was joy in the consenting dove.
That evening all in fond discourse was spent, }
When the sad lover to his chamber went, }
To think on what had past, to grieve and to repent. 700}
Early he rose, and look’d with many a sigh
On the red light that fill’d the eastern sky;
Oft had he stood before, alert and gay,
To hail the glories of the new-born day;
But now dejected, languid, listless, low,