And rubbed unwilling eyes, and cried, ‘Eve! Eve!
My love! my wife!’ and knit anew the embrace,
And drew thee to me close, and calmed thy fear,
And wooed thee back to sleep. In vain; for soon
I felt thee gone, and opening widest eyes,
Beheld thee kneeling on the turf, hands now
Clenched and uplifted high, now vainly outspread
To hide a burning face and streaming eyes
And pale small lips that muttered faintly, ‘Death.’
And thou wouldst fain depart; thou saidst the place