And lost the anguish of the hour
Beneath their dark and withering power —
The blighting sting no words can tell —
That lurked beneath that calm farewell,
The silent glance that left behind
The fevered pulse and wasted mind.
Since then, through thoughts of joy and pain.
Those haunting eyes their spell retain,
And silently they’ve watched me weep
O’er lonely graves where dear ones sleep;