He shrieked, “O Jesus, it is she!”
Yes, it was she. Despite constraint
Of pain she spoke in accents faint:
“Adieu, O Axel; we must part,
For death stands knocking at my heart.
Ask not why we meet here to-day.
Naught but my love brings me away.
Oh! when the endless shadows close
And man stands by death’s open door,
How changed from what it was before