The concubine of old Tithonus now 675 Gleamed white upon the eastern balcony, 676 Forth from the arms of her sweet paramour; With gems her forehead all relucent was, Set in the shape of that cold animal 677 Which with its tail doth smite amain the nations, And of the steps, with which she mounts, the Night Had taken two in that place where we were, 678 And now the third was bending down its wings; When I, who something had of Adam in me, 679 Vanquished by sleep, upon the grass reclined, There were all five of us already sat. 680 Just at the hour when her sad lay begins The little swallow, near unto the morning, 681 Perchance in memory of her former woes, And when the mind of man, a wanderer More from the flesh, and less by thought imprisoned,