Fear-fretted jealousies clung round the form
Of dying hope that now prized Edith more,
To feel that Elbert too had prized her so.
XXVI.
A few days later, as we sat and talk’d,
He on us burst, and brought a sudden light
Illuminating her, and paling me,
Blanch’d, ash-like, in the flame of that hot flush
That warm’d her welcome. All my heart and breath
Seem’d sunk in silence like the buzzing bees