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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
How have I watched for thee!—wept, wandered, prayed,
Met the fierce mountain tempest, undismayed,
In search of thee! Bound my worn life to one,
One torturing hope! Now let me die! 'Tis gone.
Take thy betrothed!"—And on his breast she fell—
—Oh! since their youth's last passionate farewell,
How changed in all but love!—the true, the strong,
Joining in death whom life had parted long!
—They had one grave—one lonely bridal bed—
No friend, no kinsman, there a tear to shed!
His name had ceased—her heart outlived each tie,
Once-more to look on that dead face—and die!
