'I love thee well, be not afraid.'
He takes her hand and leads her on—
She should have waited there alone,
For he was not her chosen one.
He leans her head upon his breast—
She knew 'twas not her home of rest,
But, ah! she had been sore distrest.
The sacred stars looked sadly down;
The parting moon appeared to frown,
To see thus dimmed the diamond crown.