Gone was the shadow with the suffering brow;
And in the temple's porch she lay and wept,
Alone with night, the ocean, and her vow.
Then up the east the moon's full splendor swept,
And, dark between it—wreck or argosy?—
A sudden vessel far away at sea.
GARGAPHIE
"Succinctæ sacra Dianæ."—Ovid.