LV.

The boy had dropp’d to slumber at our feet; “And I have lull’d him to his smiling rest Once more!” she said. I raised him--it was sweet, Yet sad, to see the perfect calm, which bless’d His look that hour: for now her voice grew weak, And on the flowery crimson of his cheek, With her white lips, a long, long kiss she press’d, Yet light, to wake him not. Then sank her head Against my bursting heart. What did I clasp?--The dead!