Into her listening heart, she laid the lute
Within her loved one’s clasp and prayed him play
Some idyl sweet to wile the hours away.
From his cold hand the lute dropped idly down
And broke in music at the false god’s feet;
Love’s lute! ah Heaven! how paled the peerless crown
Above that brow when with a quick wild beat
Of fear and shame and sorrow at her heart,
The lady from her dazzling dream did start.
And the dream fell beside the broken lute,