"And oh! that night of dreadful grief,
Of fear, uncertainty, and sorrow,
What could I think? where seek relief?
I hoped—yet feared the coming morrow.
"I thought that night would ne'er be done,
Each minute seemed a dreary day;
My heart before was ne'er cast down,
As then it drooped at his delay.
"Each sound I heard I thought him come,
And eager looked—but looked in vain;