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 She moved her lips, she prayed alone, She praying disarrayed and warm From slumber, deep her wavy form In the darklustrous mirror shone. "Madonna," in a low clear tone Said Mariana, night and morn, Low she mourned, "I am all alone, Love-forgotten, and love-forlorn."

At noon she slumbered. All along The silvery field, the large leaves talked With one another, as among The spikèd maize in dreams she walked. The lizard leapt: the sunlight played: She heard the callow nestling lisp, And brimful meadow-runnels crisp, In the full-leavèd platan-shade. In sleep she breathed in a lower tone, Murmuring as at night and morn, "Madonna! lo! I am all alone, Love-forgotten and love-forlorn,"