And, strange to say, that Uriel’s eyes now sparkled with content.
Next night a mournful melody swept from the plain below,
And from her oriel, bright as stars, peered Uriel’s luminous eyes:
Her heart made echoes to the strain, and answered it with sighs.
Hunting, or hawking, in the dance when jewels made the hall
Shine like the heavens on starry evens, the tall and shadowy knight
Followed her form from place to place, as darkness follows light.
And Uriel’s cheek grew crimson, and Uriel’s glorious eyes
Shone brighter when his step was heard in palace, or on plain,
Though her other guests shrunk from him with expressions of disdain.