But her features still wear[515] that soft
Gray, meditative expression,
Which you[516] must have noticed oft,
And admired, too, at confession.
How saintly she looks[517] and how meek!
Though this[518] be the chamber of death,
I fancy I feel her breath[519]
As I kiss her on the cheek.
With that pensive, religious face,
She has gone to a holier place![520]