LXIX.

Twelve days and nights she withered thus; at last, Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to show A parting pang, the spirit from her passed: And they who watched her nearest could not know The very instant, till the change that cast Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow,[dy] Glazed o'er her eyes--the beautiful, the black-- Oh! to possess such lustre--and then lack!