And yet I live! I feel the sunshine’s glow—
And I am he that look’d, and saw decay
Steal o’er the fair of earth, th’ adored too much!—
It is a fearful thing to love what death may touch.
LI.
A fearful thing that love and death may dwell
In the same world! She faded on—and I,
Blind to the last, there needed death to tell
My trusting soul that she could fade to die!
Yet, ere she parted, I had mark’d a change;