For ever lost! what art thou now to me?
Shall the departed gaze on thee again?
Shall I glide past thee in the midnight hour,
Whilst thou perceiv'st it not, and thinkst perhaps
'Tis but the mournful breeze that passes by?
(Pauses again, and gazes at the window, till the light disappears.)
The last impression of her heavenly form!
The last sight of those walls wherein she lives,
The last blest ray of light from human dwelling!
I am no more a being of this world,
Farewell! farewell! all now is dark for me!
Come fated deed! come horrour and despair!
Here lies my dreadful way.
Enter Geoffry, from behind a tomb.
Geof. O! stay, my general!
Bas.What art thou, from the grave?
Geof. O! my brave gen'ral! do you know me not?
I am old Geoffry, the old maimed soldier
You did so nobly honour.
Bas. Then go thy way, for thou art honourable;
Thou hast no shame, thou needst not seek the dark
Like fallen, fameless men. I pray thee go!
Geof. Nay, speak not thus, my noble general!
Ah! speak not thus! thou'rt brave, thou'rt honour'd still.
