Analysis of From “Torrismond” - In A Garden By Moonlight

Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,  
To lead me into sleep. Let it be low  
As zephyr, telling secrets to his rose,  
For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts;  
And more of voice than of that other music
That grows around the strings of quivering lutes;  
But most of thought; for with my mind I listen,  
And when the leaves of sound are shed upon it,  
If there ’s no seed remembrance grows not there.  
So life, so death; a song, and then a dream!
Begin before another dewdrop fall  
From the soft hold of these disturbed flowers,  
For sleep is filling up my senses fast,  
And from these words I sink.  

How many times do I love thee, dear?
 Tell me how many thoughts there be  
   In the atmosphere  
   Of a new-fall’n year,  
Whose white and sable hours appear  
 The latest flake of Eternity:
So many times do I love thee, dear.  

How many times do I love again?  
 Tell me how many beads there are  
   In a silver chain  
   Of evening rain,
Unravell’d from the tumbling main,  
 And threading the eye of a yellow star:  
So many times do I love again.  

Elvira. She sees no longer: leave her then alone,  
Encompass’d by this round and moony night.
A rose-leaf for thy lips, and then goodnight:  
 So life, so death; a song, and then a dream!