Leave shade and silence to my need."
There was a cry of terror in the hall
Of Peru's monarch, and a startling call;
But no reply—Iola sure was gone;
Yet none knew why or whither she had flown.
Her Inca-father put his crown aside,
And filled the temple with loud prayer—a tide
Of lamentation rolled along the fair
And blooming realm; heaven wore a dim despair.