Or the diamond’s spark divine.
XXVI.
But one glance more—one wilder’d sight,
And I closed my eye on all delight:
One hasty glance—and I never knew
Whence was the music that thrill’d me through;
My ear but caught one fading strain,
And then it was seal’d: but it rung again
With a deathlike, piercing, frosty pain:
And o’er each limb did numbness creep,