LX.
He woo’d her back to life. “Sweet Inez, live!
My blessed Inez!—visions have beguiled
Thy heart; abjure them! thou wert form’d to give
And to find joy; and hath not sunshine smiled
Around thee ever? Leave me not, mine own!
Or earth will grow too dark!—for thee alone,
Thee have I loved, thou gentlest! from a child,
And borne thine image with me o’er the sea,
Thy soft voice in my soul. Speak! Oh! yet live for me!”