Not always signs with him of calmest She stood as one who championed human mood: fears Even to the delicacy of their hand There was resemblance, such as true blood wears; And now to see them, thus divided, stand In fixed ferocity, when joyous tears And sweet sensations should have welcomed both, Show what the passions are in their full growth. 360 Her father watched, she turned her eyes Though on all other things with looks inaway; tense A parting pang, the spirit from her past; And they who watched her nearest, could not know The very instant, till the change that cast Her sweet face into shadow, dull and 550 slow, Glazed o'er her eyes-the beautiful, the black Oh! to possess such luster-and then lack! Her recollection; on her flashed the Thus lived-thus died she; never more on dream Of what she was, and is, if ye could call 525 To be so being: in a gushing stream The tears rushed forth from her o'erclouded brain, Like mountain mists, at length dissolved in rain. her Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid |