I see thine image through my tears to-night, And yet to-day I saw thee smiling.  How
Refer the cause?—Belov?d, is it thou
Or I, who makes me sad?  The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair.  I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, unce............