In the lone chapel, after vesper chime—
They met in love and fear.
One weary day,
And Julio saw not his loved Agathè;
She was not in the choir of sisterhood
That sang the evening anthem; and he stood
Like one that listen’d breathlessly awhile;
But stranger voices chanted through the aisle.
She was not there; and after all were gone,
He linger’d: the stars came—he linger’d on,