Yet keeps his image blended with each thought,
Since but for him stole down that single tear
From her blue eyes, to think how very near
Their farewell hour might be!
'With silent tread
Percy bent o'er his wife his golden head;
And, while he smiled to see how calm she slept,
A gentle feeling o'er his spirit crept,
Which made him turn toward the shining sky
With heart expanding to its majesty,