Kindling to fondness through their mist of tears,
Wakening afresh the light of fading years!—
He knew not why she turned those shining eyes
With such a mute submission to the skies;
He knew not why her arm embraced him so,
As if she must depart, yet could not let him go!
'With death-like voice, but angel-smile, she said,
"My love, they need not care, when I am dead,
To deck with flowers my capped and coffined head;
For all the flowers which I should love to see