The livelong year. Her soft blue eye grew dim
With pearly tears, that gather’d to the brim,
And overflow’d their fountain, when she heard
That he must leave her. Who could comfort him
As she could? Yet ’twas winter; and he fear’d
T’ expose his precious one, till all was well prepared.
XXXIII.
They parted—full of hope—yet griev’d to part;
Nor knew they that a worm was at the core
Of that young husband’s rich confiding heart;