LI.

A fearful thing that love and death may dwell In the same world! She faded on--and I, Blind to the last, there needed death to tell My trusting soul that she _could_ fade to die! Yet, ere she parted, I had mark’d a change; But it breathed hope--’twas beautiful, though strange: Something of gladness in the melody Of her low voice, and in her words a flight Of airy thought--alas! too perilously bright!