LV.
The boy had dropp’d to slumber at our feet;
“And I have lull’d him to his smiling rest
Once more!” she said. I raised him—it was sweet,
Yet sad, to see the perfect calm, which bless’d
His look that hour: for now her voice grew weak,
And on the flowery crimson of his cheek,
With her white lips, a long, long kiss she press’d,
Yet light, to wake him not. Then sank her head
Against my bursting heart. What did I clasp?—The dead!