Was bending o’er the dim and murmured death
Of every sound—and even Echo dreamed,
As though a spirit’s wand had charmed her there
To slumber deep as that Creation held
When Night was in the heavens!
Still as the moonlight quivered through the vines
That overhung the casement, it revealed
The rosy couch, beneath its silvery veil,
As by its side the maiden knelt to pray.
Oh! if there be on earth one blessing left—