The Lady.
I ne’er received it; ’twas by chance I heard,
A passing chance.
Surgeon.
The lines were down—
The Lady.
And may
They never rise again that failed that day,
And left him dying here! Go on; he said—
Surgeon.
That you would come, and grieved that o’er his head
The turf might close ere you could reach his side
And give him one last kiss.
And then—he died.
The Lady.