Until dark night[602] dismissed her to her bed!
Thus did a waking fancy sometimes lose
The unconquerable pang of despised love.[IA]
"A kindlier passion opened[603] on her soul
When that poor Child was born. Upon its face
She gazed[604] as on a pure and spotless gift
Of unexpected promise, where a grief
Or dread was all that had been thought of,—joy
Far livelier than bewildered traveller feels,
Amid a perilous waste that all night long