When I am gone to rest.
Elm.(throwing herself on the ground, and speaking in a low hurried voice.)
In one brief hour, all gone!—and such a death!
I see their blood gush forth!—their graceful heads!
—Take the dark vision from me, O my God!
And such a death for them! I was not there!
They were but mine in beauty and in joy,
Not in that mortal anguish! All, all gone!—
Why should I struggle more?—What is this Power,
Against whose might, on all sides pressing us,