And noble-minded, reassumed the garb
That at the convent she had worn--black dress
With narrow pelerine--and the small cross
In silver at her breast; her piano closed.
Her jewels put away--all save one ring.
Gift of the Viscount Roger on that eve
In the past spring-time when he had left her,
Bidding farewell, and from Irene’s brow
Culling one silken tress, that he might wear it
In gold medallion close upon his heart.[1]