Book, Chapter

1   3, 5| mantling us in welcome shade,~Weeps the lone and voiceless forest,
2   3, 5|       midnight's wonted rest,~Weeps methinks our fair Ayodhya
3   4, 2|       mother, late repenting, weeps her deed of deepest shame,~
4   4, 2|    her deed of deepest shame,~Weeps her wedded lord departed,
5   8, 4|    unavailing tear,~Where she weeps in ceaseless anguish, sorrow-stricken,
6   8, 4| distant Lanka's confines Sita weeps the livelong day,~Marshal
7  10, 7|       changes, and the father weeps the son,~Youth is fallen,