cloud of her soul had fallen down in a soft shower of tears, her heart became light and sunny, her eye hung softly on the dawning sky, the world was strange to her, but not hateful, and her hands moved as if they beckoned on those that were dead.
The angel of rest looked upon the moon—he looked upon the earth and was moved with the sighs of men, he saw upon the dawning world an eclipse of the sun, and a forsaken being; he saw Rosamond during the passing darkness, sink down among flowers, which closed their beauteous eyes under the gloom;—he saw her stretching forth her arms towards the darkened sky full of fluttering night-birds, and gazing with ceaseless sighs upon the moon which floated trembling in the sun.—The angel looked upon the moon, and near him wept the immortal, who now beheld the world floating under a dark shadow, and unchained in a ring of fire, and from whom the weeping form still now wandered upon its surface, took away the whole happiness of heaven. While to the eye of the angel of rest the heavenly heart seemed breaking, he seized the hand of Eugenius, and that of his child, and bore both through the second world down upon the dark earth. Rosamond saw three figures wandering amid the gloom, whose shining aspect struck upon the starry sky, and approached to meet them; her husband and her child flew like spring
