XLII.

Her soul was all absorbed in his--her life Was cast, since meeting, in another mould. The cloud or sunshine, calm repose or strife, Must be together shared, the bliss untold Or mortal grief must Fate for both unfold! No thought her bosom entered but was Nial’s; Self-consecrate to him, her champion bold-- His--his--though Destiny pour all its phials, His--his ’mid love’s best joys or life’s acutest trials!