From lips now mute and eyes now cold?
No, no—her spell is vain—
As soon could she bring back again
Those eyes themselves from out the grave,
As ask again one bliss they gave.”
Margaret Nugent clutched at her heart, gasping: “I will not lose him—I will never give up my hero-king!”
Again the voice of the singer rose:
“Alone in crowds to wander on,
And feel that all the charm is gone.”
“I shall go mad!” murmured Margaret. “Can I get out into the moonlight unobserved? The cool air will soothe my throbbing brain.”