Nor bird would sing, nor lamb would bleat, Nor any cloud would cross the vault, But day increased from heat to heat, On stony drought and steaming salt; Till now at noon she slept again, And seem’d knee-deep in mountain grass, And heard her native breezes pass, And runlets babbling down the glen. She breathed in sleep a lower moan, And murmuring, as at night and morn, She thought, “My spirit is here alone, Walks forgotten, and is forlorn”.[7] Dreaming, she knew it was a dream: She felt he was and was not there,[8] She woke: the babble of the stream Fell, and without the steady glare Shrank one sick willow[9] sere and small. The river-bed was dusty-white; And all the furnace of the light Struck up against the blinding wall.[10] She whisper’d, with a stifled moan More inward than at night or morn, “Sweet Mother, let me not here alone Live forgotten, and die forlorn”.[11] [12]And rising, from her bosom drew Old letters, breathing of her worth, For “Love,” they said, “must needs be true, To what is loveliest upon earth”. An image seem’d to pass the door, To look at her with slight, and say, “But now thy beauty flows away, So be alone for evermore”. “O cruel heart,” she changed her tone, “And cruel love, whose end is scorn, Is this the end to be left alone, To live forgotten, and die forlorn!” But sometimes in the falling day An image seem’d to pass the door, To look into her eyes and say, “But thou shalt be alone no more”. And flaming downward over all From heat to heat the day decreased, And slowly rounded to the east The one black shadow from the wall. “The day to night,” she made her moan, “The day to night, the night to morn, And day and night I am left alone To live forgotten, and love forlorn.” At eve a dry cicala sung, There came a sound as of the sea; Backward the lattice-blind she flung, And lean’d upon the balcony. There all in spaces rosy-bright Large Hesper glitter’d on her tears, And deepening thro’ the silent spheres, Heaven over Heaven rose the night. And weeping then she made her moan, “The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn”.[13] [1] 1833 From her warm brow and bosom down. [2] 1833. On either side. [3] Compare Keats, _Eve of St. Agnes_, “her maiden eyes divine”. [4] 1833. “Madonna,” with melodious moan Sang Mariana, etc. [5] 1833. When the dawncrimson changed. [6] 1833. Unto our Lady prayed she. She moved her lips, she prayed alone, She praying disarrayed and warm From slumber, deep her wavy form In the dark-lustrous mirror shone. “Madonna,” in a low clear tone Said Mariana, night and morn, Low she mourned, “I am all alone, Love-forgotten, and love-forlorn”. [7] 1833.