So beautiful and deep.
‘Oh no! and when I watched by thee the while,
And saw thy bright lip curling in thy dream,
And thought of the dark stream
In my own land of Egypt, the deep Nile,
How prayed I that my fathers’ land might be
An heritage for thee!
‘And now the grave for its cold breast hath won thee,
And thy white, delicate limbs the earth will press;
And oh! my last caress