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Now, of a sudden, over that bright face
There fell the shadow of some troubled thought,
As cloud, from purest dews
Updrawn, makes sorrowful a star in heaven: 64 | And as a nightingale that having heard
A perfect music from some master’s lyre,
Steals into coverts lone,
With her own - melodies no more contented, 68 | But haunted by the strain, till then unknown,
Seeks to re - sing it back, herself to charm.
Seeks still and ever fails,
Missing the key - note which unlocks the music,- 72 | So, from her former pastimes in the choir
Of comrade virgins, stole Argiope,
Lone amid summer leaves
Brooding that thought which was her joy and trouble. 76 | The King discerned the change in his fair child,
And questioned oft, yet could not learn the cause;
The sunny bridge between
The lip and heart which childhood builds was broken. 80 | Not more Aurora, stealing into heaven,
Conceals the mystic treasures of the deep
Whence with chaste blush she comes,
Than virgin bosoms guard their earliest secret. 84 | Omartes sought the priest, to whose wise heart
So dear the maiden, he was wont to say
That grains of crackling salt
From her pure hand, upon the altar sprinkled, 88 |
mutability of human affairs, is alone of all the Greeks reverenced by the Athenians.’-’Pausanias; Attics, c. xvil. |