And plunged him—whither? yea, to what far fate?
To what dim end? what veiled and future state?"
With shadowy eyes long, long she gazed in his,
Then whispered dreamily the one word, "Bliss."
And like an echo on his sad mouth sate
The answer:—"Bliss?—deep have we drunk of late!
But death, I feel, some stealthy-footed death
Draws near! whose claws will clutch away—whose breath?...
I dreamed last night thou gather'dst flowers with me,
Fairer than those of earth. And I did see