She Told Her Beads With Down-Cast Eyes, Within The Ancient Chapel Dim; And Ever As Her Fingers Slim Slipt O'Er Th' Insensate Ivories, My Rapt Soul Followed, Spaniel-Wise. Ah, Many Were The Beads She Wore; But As She Told Them O'Er And O'Er, They Did Not Number All My Sighs. My Heart Was Filled With Unvoiced Cries And Prayers And Pleadings Unexpressed; But While I Burned With Love'S Unrest, She Told Her Beads With Down-Cast Eyes.