Chapter 79 No.79

But, at that heart-beat, while in dread she was,

In the low wind the honeysuckles gleam,

A dewy thrill flits through the heavy grass,

And, looking forth, she saw, as in a dream,

Within the wood the moonlight's shadowy mass:

Night's starry heart yearning to hers doth seem,

And the deep sky, full-hearted with the moon,

Folds roun