Early in years, and yet more infantine

In figure, she had something of Sublime

In eyes which sadly shone, as Seraphs' shine.

All Youth—but with an aspect beyond Time;

Radiant and grave—as pitying Man's decline;

Mournful—but mournful of another's crime,

She looked as if she sat by Eden's door,

And grieved for those who could return no more.