So soft they fall; or 'tis the snow
Covers them o'er!—the tomb was black,
And—this strong light blinds!"—Turning back
My eyes met hers; and as I turned,
Flashing centupled facets, burned
That ruby at her throat; and I
Studied its beauty for a while:
How came it there, and when, and why?
Who set it at her throat? Again,
Was it a ruby?—Pondering,