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 "Madonna," with melodious moan Sang Mariana, night and morn, "Madonna! lo! I am all alone, Love-forgotten and love-forlorn."

She, as her carol sadder grew, From her warm brow and bosom down Through rosy taper fingers drew Her streaming curls of deepest brown On either side, and made appear, Still-lighted in a secret shrine, Her melancholy eyes divine, The home of woe without a tear. "Madonna," with melodious moan Sang Mariana, night and morn, "Madonna! lo! I am all alone, Love-forgotten and love-forlorn."

When the dawncrimson changed, and past Into deep orange o'er the sea, Low on her knees herself she cast, Unto our lady prayèd she.