the parting.
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I listened, but no word was spoken;
A low, deep cough broke on mine ear,—
It was enough, I turned aside
To dry away a starting tear.
A low, deep cough broke on mine ear,—
It was enough, I turned aside
To dry away a starting tear.
The lady spoke at length, and said—
"Dearest! I soon from thee must part,
But I shall bear, e'en unto death,
Thine image graved upon my heart?
Thy watchful love, thy tender care
Of me, I never can requite;
But there is One who dwells above,
And will reward in power and might."
"Dearest! I soon from thee must part,
But I shall bear, e'en unto death,
Thine image graved upon my heart?
Thy watchful love, thy tender care
Of me, I never can requite;
But there is One who dwells above,
And will reward in power and might."
"Nay! talk not thus," he wildly said—
So young, so fair, so lately wed!
I can not bear to think that thou
Must wear the cypress o'er thy brow;
I can not bear to yield thee up!
God give me grace to drink the cup!"
So young, so fair, so lately wed!
I can not bear to think that thou
Must wear the cypress o'er thy brow;
I can not bear to yield thee up!
God give me grace to drink the cup!"
"Cease thy repinings—vain indeed,—
For, oh! I feel death on me now:—
For, oh! I feel death on me now:—
