Nor, when its twinkling light had flown,
Wert thou a wand’rer, all alone.
XXIII.
“O! yes, I was! and still shall be
“A wand’rer, mourning and forlorn;
“For what is all the world to me—
“What are the dews and buds of morn?
“Since she, who left me sad, alone
“In darkness sleeps, beneath yon stone!
XXIV.