There by thy side for ever to remain.
Alc. For me thy care is vain. Though meet for
thee—
Adm. O voice! O looks of death! are these, are these,
Thus darkly shrouded with mortality,
The eyes that were the sunbeams and the life
Of my fond soul? Alas! how faint a ray
Falls from their faded orbs, so brilliant once,
Upon my drooping brow! How heavily,
With what a weight of death thy languid voice