XXV.
I gazed upon her portrait,
While dark dreams filled my brain,
And those beloved features
Began to breathe again.
I saw upon her lips then
A wondrous smile arise,
And as with tears of pity
Glistened once more her eyes.
Adown my cheeks in silence,
The tears came flowing free.
And oh! I cannot believe it,
That thou art lost to me!