And an unresting mind, that vainly strove
To shut its thoughts away.
When through the loosened perslane slipped
A sunbeam, sharply bright,
That cleft the chamber’s quiet duskiness,
And put my dreams to flight.
Before the windows, in a dusty square
Fretted by restless feet,
Where once a palace-garden had unrolled
Its alleys green and sweet,