Oh! I must wake him with one gentle kiss

On his fair brow!

(Shudderingly.) The strange, damp, thrilling touch!

The marble chill! Now, now it rushes back—

Now I know all!—dead—dead!—a fearful word!

My boy hath left me in the wilderness,

To journey on without the blessed light

In his deep, loving eyes. He’s gone!—he’s gone!

Her Husband enters.

Husband. Agnes! my Agnes! hast thou look’d thy last