Rebuffed unanswered by the inconstant stars
I walked away, away into the night
Beneath the lanky trees without a move
Looking half—afraid half-dreamy down
On to the cobbled paths whereon I tread.
And thus that I to the statue came
That in the garden stood alone and sweet
Marbled full white half-robed : to meet
My fate to her I went - vain fool! -
That she might speak to me and know
About my lady-love my beauty-queen
And so in to the night amongst the trees
Alone stood I beneath the pitying stars.
The moon smiled faintly languidly
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