The madness of a word—has parted,
Leaving the marble in thy power:
And me, ah more than broken hearted.
Take back the tress! I cannot bear
To hold the link my hand has scattered;
It mocks me, in my dark despair,
With scenes and hopes forever shatter'd;
It haunts me with a thousand things—
A thousand words, half felt, half spoken—
When thy proud soul with eagle wings