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 lonely. She sat and mused upon the cliff, till the pale moon broke through the clouds, and tipped every wave with its soft and silvery light.—"The moon shines bright and fair," she said: "the shadows pass over it. Will my lover come again to me? It is thy voice, Glenarvon, which sings sweetly and mournfully in the soft breeze of night.

My heart's fit to break, yet no tear fills my eye, As I gaze on the moon, and the clouds that flit by. The moon shines so fair, it reminds me of thee; But the clouds that obscure it, are emblems of me.

They will pass like the dream of our pleasures and youth; They will pass like the promise of honor and truth; And bright thou shalt shine, when these shadows are gone, All radiant—serene—unobscur'd; but alone.

"And did he pass me so coldly by? And did he not once look on me?" she said. "But I will not weep: he shall not break my spirit and heart. Let him