He Led Her With Himdetails

Here were lovers twice wed, that were happy a least!

No music, save such as the nightingales sung,

Breath’d their bridals abroad; and no cressed, up-hung,

Lit that festival hour, save what soft light was given

From the pure stars that peopled the deep-purple heaven.

He open’d the casement: he led her with him,

Hush’d in heart, to the terrace, dipp’d cool in the dim

Lustrous gloom of the shadowy laurels. They heard

Aloof the invisible, rapturous bird,

With her wild note bewildering the woodlands [...]