In silence spent, the statue hears!
How did it feel when, fine and thin,
The first long ray of light broke in,
And gilt the gloom with glory new,
And let the imprisoned beauty through?
Say, did it tremble, as a heart
Long pent in darkness and apart
Trembles, with fear and rapture stirred
At love’s low signal long unheard?
Or did it blench as, sharp and clear,