With far less joy in it than tears,
To set my lips to your warm face
Is worth a sight of dismal years!”
“And I’m so happy, Jack, with you,”
She whispers softly.... “See, the rain
Has stopped, the clouds are broken through,
The stars are shining clear again!”
Pausing, they gaze across the Heath
Submerged in fog—a dim hush’d lake
Wherein the wretched might seek death,