And each clock-stroke brought Death more nigh
To the still-chamber where she lay,
With soul and body calmed to die;
But mine was not her heavenward eye
When hot tears scorched me, as her doom
Made my sick heart throb heavily
To give impatient anguish room.
'"Oh now," methought, "a little while,
And this great house will hold no more
Her whose fond love the gloom could while