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.