His young love in the grave. The seasons came
And went, like shadows over him, for years;
And then the world grew brighter, and he heard
A melody in nature’s goings on;
And a sweet cousin’s voice, that tempted him
Into the sunshine and the air, became
The music of his happiness, and so
He married her. One night she was awake,
And gazing on his features as the moon
Shone through the casement on them. A large tear