While Zorietto, near the wood
Where long a little cross had stood,
Was singing Vespers holy.
And now she kiss’d her Holly-beads,
And now she cross’d her breast;
The night-dew fell from ev’ry tree—
It fell upon her rosary,
Like tears of Heav’n twice bless’d!
She knelt upon the brown moss, cold,
She knelt, with eyes, mild beaming!