And bade the flood-gate of my heart give way—
Then shut it down upon its streams for aye.
We sought to speak, yet neither said farewell;
Fate rung her larum through my spirit’s cell
Until the chill of death upon me lay.
I never could relive that hour again:
Through every artery shot an icy pang,
As if an adder pierced me with its fang,
And dashed the roseate fount of life with bane.
My eyes were open, yet I could not see—