And between the boughs the tearful
Shining of a dewy star
Pierced alone the solid darkness which enclosed her as a bar.
Night by night, in gloom and terror,
From the crag and from the glen
Came those cries, the quiet breaking,
Till the shepherd-dogs, awaking,
Bayed in loud and mournful pain,
And the vintager, benighted, trembled on the distant plain.
Years went by, and stranger footsteps