A look shall be my cordial cup!
Ah this is my last glance:—nay, this!
I feel an awful dizziness!
Fling wide the casement—let me see
The last dear day-light fade on me!
Oh—and the breezes let me smell;
I know the scent of Spring-time well!
And there’s a little songster winging;
And hark, ’tis Robin Red-breast singing!
And there the glorious sun goes down!