LXII.

And thus it was. The young cheek flush’d and faded, As the swift blood in currents came and went, And hues of death the marble brow o’ershaded, And the sunk eye a watery lustre sent Through its white fluttering lids. Then tremblings pass’d O’er the frail form, that shook it as the blast Shakes the sere leaf, until the spirit rent Its way to peace--the fearful way unknown. Pale in love’s arms she lay--_she_!--what had loved was gone!