And glorious as the cherubs wear;
An eye where love and virtue beam
Like spirits of an Angel’s dream!
Away! away! thou maddening sight!
Away! what dost thou, Laura, here?
Thus standing by my side to-night,
And long since in thy sepulchre?
What! will the grave its events tell?
The iron tomb dissolve its spell?
It has! it has! And there she stands