Page:The Vow of the Peacock.pdf/24

Rh

And lovely plants, in vases, there Wore colours caught in other skies; Sweet prisoners, such—because so fair, Made captives for their radiant eyes. And in the centre of that room A fountain, like an April shower, Brought light—and bore away perfume To many a pale and drooping flower, That, wearied with the sultry noon, Languished at that sweet water's tune.

The silvery sigh of that soft strain Had lulled the lady and her train; And she—her thoughts were far away— Gone back unto that earlier day, When heart and hope alike were young. The tears within her eyelids sprung,