The heart is burst!—the heart that stood in steel
To woman’s earnest tears, and bade her feel
The curse of virgin solitude,—a veil;
And saw the gladsome features growing pale
Unmoved: ’tis rent like some eternal tower
The sea hath shaken, and its stately power
Lies lonely, fallen, scatter’d on the shore;
’Tis rent like some great mountain, that before
The Deluge stood in glory and in might,
But now is lightning-riven, and the night