And bright thou shalt shine, when these shadows are gone,
All radiant—serene—unobscur’d; but alone.
“And did he pass me so coldly by? And did he not once look on me?” she said. “But I will not weep: he shall not break my spirit and heart. Let him do so to the tame doves for whom he has forsaken me. Let such as Alice and Calantha die for his love: I will not.”—She took her harp: her voice was tired and feeble. She faintly murmured the feelings of her troubled soul. It sounded like the wind, as it whispered through the trees, or the mournful echo of some far distant flute.
SONG.
And can’st thou bid my heart forget
What once it lov’d so well;
That look—that smile, when first we met;
That last—that sad farewell?
Ah! no: by ev’ry pang I’ve prov’d,
By ev’ry fond regret,