LIV.
Why came I?—oh! the heart’s deep mystery!—Why
In man’s last hour doth vain affection’s gaze
Fix itself down on struggling agony,
To the dimm’d eyeballs freezing as they glaze?
It might be—yet the power to will seem’d o’er—
That my soul yearn’d to hear his voice once more!
But mine was fetter’d!—mute in strong amaze,
I watch’d his features as the night-wind blew,
And torch-light or the moon’s pass’d o’er their marble hue.