Hath been rejected—Herbert, I must die.
Her. O Edith! Edith! I, that led thee first
From the old path wherein thy fathers trod—
I, that received it as an angel’s task,
To pour the fresh light on thine ardent soul,
Which drank it as a sunflower—I have been
Thy guide to death.
Ed. To heaven! my guide to heaven,
My noble and my blessed! Oh! look up,
Be strong, rejoice, my Herbert! But for thee,