“I saw thee in a vision of the nightTransfigured; for it seemed that on thy browsThe heavens did rest with all their stars, like boughsLaden with blossoms; round thy feet the brightGreen waves, like grass, ran rippling, strewn with whiteStar-fragments of rent petals: wasted vows,And ruined prayers I thought them, such as houseIn hearts that love and are not loved aright.”