Was ever whisp’ring in her anxious ear,
That death might come again. He had come near,
And stricken from her arms so oft before
Her dearest treasures, that his lifted spear
Afar off gleaming, would alarm her more
Than hosts of other foes, with all their threaten’d power.
XXXV.
My brother never saw his love again.
He journey’d to a distant land—to die!
I must not speak of this—the throbbing pain