This page has been validated.
146
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
Whispering, while the stern sad knell
On the air's bright stillness fell;
—"From the power of chill and change
Souls to sever and estrange;
From love's wane—a death in life
But to watch—a mortal strife;
From the secret fevers known
To the burning heart alone,
Thou art fled—afar, away—
Where these blights no more have sway!
Bright one! oh! there well may be
Comfort 'midst our tears for thee!"
