LII.

And a clear sparkle in her glance, yet wild, And quick, and eager, like the flashing gaze Of some all-wondering and awakening child, That first the glories of the earth surveys. How could it thus deceive me? She had worn Around her, like the dewy mists of morn, A pensive tenderness through happiest days; And a soft world of dreams had seem’d to lie Still in her dark, and deep, and spiritual eye.