LIX.

Then the broad, lonely sunrise!--and the plash Into the sounding waves![305] Around her head They parted, with a glancing moment’s flash, Then shut--and all was still. And now thy bed Is of their secrets, gentlest Leonor! Once fairest of young brides!--and never more, Loved as thou wert, may human tear be shed Above thy rest! No mark the proud seas keep, To show where he that wept may pause again to weep!