Sorrow with mirthful Lunacy! that be
Together link’d for time, I deem of ye
That ye are worshipped as none others are,—
One as a lonely shadow,—one a star!
Is Julio glad, that bendeth, even now,
To his wild purpose, to his holy vow?
He seeth only in his ladye-bride
The image of the laughing girl, that died
A moon before—the same, the very same—
The Agathè that lisp’d her lover’s name,