Might dream:—but oh! that heart-wrung groan
Forced from me with the thought confessed
That all would go if she were gone;
I turned, and wept, and wandered on
All restlessly—from room to room—
To that still chamber, where alone
A sick-light glimmered through the gloom.
'The all-unnoticed time flew o'er me,
While my breast bent above her bed,
And that drear life which loomed before me