And nursed me till within her arms I died.
A step approached—oh! could that form be she?
I closed my eyes and slumb'ring seemed to be;
What would I not have given then to tell!
But yet I would not, dared not, break the spell.
'Have I been wise?' a voice beside me said,
And gently smoothed the pillow 'neath my head;
'Have I done right, in giving thus away
The heart he deemed was his until that day?
Oh, cruel fate! my love I must forsake,