All from her woman’s heart, in sudden song,
Burst like a fount of fire.
“I go, I go!
Thou sun! thou golden sun! I go
Far from thy light to dwell:
Thou shalt not find my place below,
Dim is that world—bright sun of Greece, farewell!
“The laurel and the glorious rose
Thy glad beam yet may see;
But where no purple summer glows,