Long, long nights else, in lonely gloom,
With time-bleached locks and trembling knee—
Walk aidless, hopeless, to my tomb.
'Still, still that tomb's eternal shade
Oppressed my heart with sickening fear,
When I could see its shadow spread
Over each dreary future year,
Whose vale of tears woke such despair
That, with the sweat-drops on my brow,
I wildly raised my hands in prayer