LXVIII.

Did _he_ not say “Farewell?” Alas! no breath Came to mine ear. Hoarse murmurs from the throng Told that the mysteries in the face of death Had from their eager sight been veil’d too long. And we were parted as the surge might part Those that would die together, true of heart. _His_ hour was come--but in mine anguish strong, Like a fierce swimmer through the midnight sea, Blindly I rush’d away from that which was to be.