She might not linger—a weary thing,
A dove with no home for its broken wing,
Thrown on the harshness of alien skies,
That know not its own land’s melodies.
From the long heart-withering early gone;
She hath lived—she hath loved—her task is done!
[368] Founded on an incident in the early French history.
THE CORONATION OF INEZ DE CASTRO.
“Tableau, ou l’Amour fait alliance avec la Tombe; union redoutable de la mort et de la vie.”—Madame de Stael.
There was music on the midnight—