So near--so sad--so far away!
All night I hear the teardrops falling--
Each drop by drop--my heart must weep;
I hear the falling blood-drops--lonely,
Whilst thou dost sleep--whilst thou dost sleep.
From 'The Triumph of Death.'
India--whose enameled page unrolled
Like autumn's gilded pageant, 'neath a sun
That withers not for ancient kings undone