Ne’er flash’d upon me, till the morning came,
That the beloved companion of my youth
Had passed away. I knew her suff’ring frame
Grew weaker every day—I knew the flame
Of life was burning with a feeble light,
But when the taper gave its parting gleam,
I knew it not! Her spirit took its flight
While I was wrapt in sleep, that sad eventful night.
XXXV.
I should not call it sad. It was not sad!