And strangers gazed, and wondered at the sight;
Round that lone being glow’d a hallow’d light;
Upon her pale thin face a heaven-born smile
Play’d like a sunbeam on some lonely isle.
Yet plaintive were her tones in speech or song,
Like the low moaning wind the trees among,
And you could see her tender heart was riven,
And all the love she had, she gave to Heaven.
Oft when the god of day had sunk to rest,
And twilight lingered in the rosy west,