XXXVII.

And yet, alas! to see the strength which clings Round woman in such hours!--a mournful sight, Though lovely!--an o’erflowing of the springs, The full springs of affection, deep as bright! And she, because her life is ever twined With other lives, and by no stormy wind May thence be shaken, and because the light Of tenderness is round her, and her eye Doth weep such passionate tears--therefore she thus can die.