MÉMOIRE

Gone ! — like a lustrous star, that silent night

Enfolds within the purple of her deeps. Lost ! — like a queenly rose, that 'neath the light

Of noonday iires hath swoon'd, and, swooning, sleeps ! Hush'd ! — like the écho wild and sweet, that leaps

From peak to peak of the eternal hills ; Stay'd ! like the frost-bound stream that flashing sweeps

Adown the glen, its voice with music fills.

No more as loving woman — stately queen —

The hearts of thousands shall be borne along By hcr true passion, breathd' in look and mien,

Einkl'd with wonders of immortal song.

Orloguoin Priestess of all-glorious Art !

The land that did thy life in homage lave, Crown*d by its Sovereign's — one united Heart —

Bends, sorrow-stricken, over Tietjens' grave !