They that stood round her watch’d in dread;
They watch’d—she knew not they were by—
Her soul sat veil’d in its agony.
On the silent lip she press’d no kiss—
Too stern was the grasp of her pangs for this:
She shed no tear, as her face bent low
O’er the shining hair of the lifeless brow;
She look’d but into the half-shut eye
With a gaze that found there no reply,
And, shrieking, mantled her head from sight,