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THE PAINTER'S LAST WORK.[1]
Clasp me a little longer on the brink
Of life, while I can feel thy dear caress;
And when this heart hath ceas'd to beat, oh! think,
And let it mitigate thy woe's excess,
That thou hast been to me all tenderness,
And friend to more than human friendship just—
Oh! by that retrospect of happiness,
And by the hope of an immortal trust,
God shall assuage thy pangs when I am laid in dust!
Campbell.
The scene is in an English cottage. The lattice opens
upon a landscape at sunset.
Eugene—Teresa.
Teresa. The fever's hue hath left thy cheek, belov'd!
Thine eyes, that make the day-spring in my heart,
- ↑ Suggested by the closing scene in the life of the painter Blake, which is beautifully related by Allan Cunningham.
