I cannot speak it - cannot bear to tell
Of that sad hour - I heard the passing bell!
“Slowly they went; he smiled, and look’d so smart,
Yet sure he shudder’d when he saw the cart,
And gave a look - until my dying day,
That look will never from my mind away:
Oft as I sit, and ever in my dreams,
I see that look, and they have heard my screams.
“Now let me speak no more - yet all declared
That one so young, in pity, should be spared.