11. Ah, less, less bright The stars of the night Than the eyes of the radiant girl; That the vapour can make With the moon-tints of purple and pearl Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl, Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and careless curl. III. Now doubt, now pain Come never again; For her soul gives me sigh for sigh, And all day long Shines bright and strong Astarte within the sky, While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye, While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye. ULALUM E. I. THE skies they were ashen and sober; Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, II. Here once, through an alley Titanic These were days when my heart was volcanic Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek III. Our talk had been serious and sober, But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,- For we knew not the month was October, (Though once we had journeyed down here), Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. IV. And now, as the night was senescent, V. And I said, "She is warmer than Dian : She has seen that the tears are not dry on To shine on us with her bright eyes; VI. But Psyche, uplifting her finger, Plumes till they trailed in the dust, VII. I replied, "This is nothing but dreaming: Let us bathe in this crystalline light: Its sybillic splendour is beaming With hope and in beauty to-night: See! it flickers up the sky through the night; Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright— We safely may trust to a gleaming, Since it flickers up to heaven through the night." VIII. Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, But were stopped by the door of a tomb- And I said, "What is written, sweet sister, Then IX. my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crispèd and sere, As the leaves that were withering and sere; |