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It was unclouded, and the rolling moon Pass'd o'er the deep blue sky like happiness, Leaving a trace of light. She gazed around,— There was no gloom but that within her heart. Ah, this is very loneliness to feel So wholly destitute, without one thing That has a portion in our wretchedness!

Then two came by—that voice to her was death— It was her false Fernand's! A lovely girl Hung on his arm, so soft, so delicate, It seemed a breath might sweep her from the earth; And Fernand bent with so much tenderness To catch the music of the timid voice, Which dared not breathe its love-vow audibly. Hermione rushed thence, as if her step