Note hj — THE BRIDE OF ABYDOS.[124]

And in its stead that mourning flower Hath flourished—flourisheth this hour, Alone and coldly pure and pale As the young cheek that saddens to the tale. And withers not, though branch and leaf Are stamped with an eternal grief.—[MS.] An earlier version of the final text reads— As weeping Childhood's cheek at Sorrow's tale!