That dimmed its columned aisle; as from of old
Its ancient air lay slumbering o’er the cold
Dark dwellers underneath. When to my gaze,
Shade-like, ’mid that grey gloom of distant day.
She stood, whom Petrarch looked on there and caught
That love too strong for death! A tender gleam
Like moonlight fell around her, baffling thought;
Strange! ’twas remembrance thither stole, and brought
That smile of sweetness from my breast’s deep stream
More strong than fancy, and transformed the dream