One after one
The wind of the storm may scatter his ashes ; his being endures forever . -RRB- To-morrow ! -- and it is already twilight . One after one , the gentle stars come smiling through the heaven . The Seine , in its slow waters , yet trembles with the last kiss of the rosy day ; and still in the blue sky gleams the spire of Notre Dame ; and still in the blue sky looms the guillotine by the Barriere du Trone . Turn to that time-worn building , once the church and the convent of the Freres-Precheurs , known by the then holy name of Jacobins ; there the new Jacobins hold their club . There , in that oblong hall , once the library of the peaceful monks , assemble the idolaters of St. Robespierre .