As dreamless slumber to a heart that mourns.
She smoothed her brow above a burning brain,
Her eye was bright, and strangers never knew
That all its brilliancy and light was drawn
From out the funeral pyre of every hope
That in an earlier, happier hour had glowed
On passion’s hidden altar. Months rolled on,
And when the softened color came again
To cheek and lip, it was as palely bright