The Widows dwell together—so we call
The younger woman; widow’d are they all;
But she, the poor Elizabeth, it seems
Not life in her—she lives not, but she dreams;
She looks on Philip, and in him can find
Not much to mark in body or in mind— 290
He who was saved; and then her very soul
Is in that scene—her thoughts, beyond control,
Fix’d on that night, and bearing her along,
Amid the waters terrible and strong;