They met near by a pinewood's pillar'd shade: O long and passionate their rapt embraces! Night's orb ensilvers all the forest glade: O paler than her beams their ashen faces! Now tress on tress athwart his armour play'd, While seaward sped his barb thro' moonlit spaces. Now far, far out upon the glistening tide These lovers in close-clasp'd enthralment glide! |