“She would have DIED, to follow me!
“And yet she sleeps beneath yon stone
“And I STILL LIVE—to weep alone.
XVI.
“The playful kid, she lov’d so well
“From yon high clift was seen to fall;
“I heard, afar, his tink’ling bell—
“Which seem’d in vain for aid to call—
“I heard the harmless suff’rer moan,
“And griev’d that he was left alone.