And gave her gentle names; for he saw her mother’s eyes
Looking pleadingly upon him from her daïs in the skies.
A warm and rosy brightness, like the bloom upon a peach,
Blossomed on Uriel’s marble cheek, and the light in Uriel’s eyes
Came back at once, like light to stars, when clouds have left the skies.
For Uriel’s sire, forgetting his long ancestral line,
Consented that his gentle child should wed the nameless knight:
What wonder, then, that Uriel’s eyes resumed their olden light!
—The chapel bells were ringing; the priest was in his place,
And the incense clomb in clouds from the censers by his side,