“Laura!”—In vain I stood for her
To meet the long-lost worshipper.
“Ho, Julio!” What? No answer yet?
It rung from base to parapet!
I mounted up the marble stair!—
I rushed into the olden room!
It shone beneath the evening’s glare
As silent as the tomb,—
Save that a slave with wond’ring eye
Looked from the dreary vacancy.