LIV.

Why came I?--oh! the heart’s deep mystery!--Why In man’s last hour doth vain affection’s gaze Fix itself down on struggling agony, To the dimm’d eyeballs freezing as they glaze? It might be--yet the power to will seem’d o’er-- That my soul yearn’d to hear his voice once more! But mine was fetter’d!--mute in strong amaze, I watch’d his features as the night-wind blew, And torch-light or the moon’s pass’d o’er their marble hue.