O’er that dark brow and visage pale,
Leaving the searcher nought to guess,
All was so fix’d and passionless.
He spoke—and they who heard the tone
Felt, deeply felt, all hope was flown.
“I’ve sought thee far in forest bowers,
I’ve sought thee long in peopled towers,
I’ve borne th’ dagger of th’ Unknown
Through scenes explored by me alone;
My search is closed—nor toils nor fears