And yet I will be thine, my love! and yet I will be thine!
That I may greet thee from thine Alps, when thence thou com’st at last,
That I may hear thy thrilling voice tell o’er each danger past,
That I may kneel and pray for thee, and win thee aid divine—
For this I will be thine, my love! for this I will be thine!
[369] Lauwine, the avalanche.
THE INDIAN WITH HIS DEAD CHILD.[370]
In the silence of the midnight
I journey with my dead;
In the darkness of the forest boughs