The place was such, that whoso enter’d in,
    Disrobed was of every earthly thought,
  And straight became as one that knew not sin,
    Or to the world’s first innocence was brought;
  Enseem’d it now, he stood on holy ground,
  In sweet and tender melancholy wrapt around.

  A most strange calm stole o’er my soothed sprite;
    Long time I stood, and longer had I staid,
  When lo!  I saw, saw by the sweet moonlight,
    Which came in silence o’er that silent shade,
  Where, near the fountain, SOMETHING like DESPAIR
  Made, of that weeping-willow, garlands for her hair.

  And eke with painful fingers she inwove
    Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn—­
  “The willow garland, that was for her love,
    And these her bleeding temples would adorn.” 
  With sighs her heart nigh burst, salt tears fast fell,
  As mournfully she bended o’er that sacred well.

  To whom when I addrest myself to speak,
    She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said;
  The delicate red came mantling o’er her cheek,
    And gath’ring up her loose attire, she fled
  To the dark covert of that woody shade,
    And in her goings seem’d a timid gentle maid.

  Revolving in my mind what this should mean,
    And why that lovely lady plained so;
  Perplex’d in thought at that mysterious scene,
    And doubting if ’twere best to stay or go,
  I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around,
  When from the shades came slow a small and plaintive
    sound.

* * * * *

      “Psyche am I, who love to dwell
      In these brown shades, this woody dell,
      Where never busy mortal came,
      Till now, to pry upon my shame.

      “At thy feet what dost thou see
      The waters of repentance be,
      Which, night and day, I must augment
      With tears, like a true penitent,

      “If haply so my day of grace
      Be not yet past; and this lone place,
      O’ershadowy, dark, excludeth hence
      All thoughts but grief and penitence.”

"Why dost thou weep, thou gentle maid!  And wherefore in this barren shade Thy hidden thoughts with sorrow feed?  Can thing so fair repentance need?"

      “O!  I have done a deed of shame,
      And tainted is my virgin fame,
      And stain’d the beauteous maiden white
      In which my bridal robes were dight.”

      "And who the promised spouse? declare: 
      And what those bridal garments were."

      “Severe and saintly righteousness
      Composed the clear white bridal dress;
      JESUS, the Son of Heaven’s high King,
      Bought with his blood the marriage ring.