And yet, vouchsafe a moment! I would gaze
Once more into those sweetly-murderous eyes,
Soft glimmering athwart the pearly haze
That smites to dusk the skies!
Hast thou no pity? Must I darkly tread
The unknown paths that lead me wide from thee?
Hast though no garland for this aching head
That soon so low must be?
No sound? No sigh? No smile? Is all forgot?