She spoke to vanish, but the single ray
Shot from the unseen moon, still palely breaketh
The awe that rests with midnight on the way;
Faithful as Hope when Wisdom's self forsaketh--
The buoyant beam the lonely man pursued--
And, feeling God, he felt not Solitude.
And now, he enters, with that lurid tide,
Where time-long corals shape a mighty hall;
Three curtain'd arches on the dexter side,
And on the floors a ruby pedestal,
On which with marble lips, that life-like smiled,
Stood the fair Statue of a crownéd Child.