284. Wherein He is Haunted by Remembrance of Her Eyes at Their Farewell Meeting -
WHEREIN HE IS HAUNTED BY REMEMBRANCE OF HER EYES AT THEIR FAREWELL MEETING
Alas, the last of my bright days was come!
(How few, how few the bright days I could show!)
My blood went cold, my heart's heart turned to snow —
The icy hint of my long martyrdom.
As one whose fitful pulses must succumb
To some recurrent fever's imminent throe,
Even so I felt — yet could I then foreknow
How close my poor joys hovered on their tomb?
Those glorious eyes that now drink the rich light
Of heaven in gusts of life and glory poured,
Just as they left mine, sealed and sunk in night,
Seemed to address one final golden word:
" Beloved friends, awhile in peace remain,
O elsewhere surely our eyes meet again! " C
Alas, the last of my bright days was come!
(How few, how few the bright days I could show!)
My blood went cold, my heart's heart turned to snow —
The icy hint of my long martyrdom.
As one whose fitful pulses must succumb
To some recurrent fever's imminent throe,
Even so I felt — yet could I then foreknow
How close my poor joys hovered on their tomb?
Those glorious eyes that now drink the rich light
Of heaven in gusts of life and glory poured,
Just as they left mine, sealed and sunk in night,
Seemed to address one final golden word:
" Beloved friends, awhile in peace remain,
O elsewhere surely our eyes meet again! " C
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