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E'en as we looked 'twas done : the old tree fell,
Shaking the near foundations of the house,
Till little smoke-like cones of dust arose ;
And then the floor curved upward, so it seemed,
Towards the ceiling, that, on swaying walls,
Went round and round in dizzying circle dim.
" Love !" " Love!" my cousins cried, with out-stretched arms,
And flowed together, like two parted streams
Long sundered meeting, meeting at the sea.
Then all was dark.
When I at length awoke
I heard my father and his brother call :
"The microscope!"— "The telescope!"— "The child!"
And thought of how, 'tis said, old men and babes
Bear anything.
Stung into sudden life, I rose,
And found my cousins 'neath a fallen beam,
That, falling, sheltered them from all but death ;
Crowned with the roses from the broken vase,
They lay, a sleeping king and queen, at rest.
Her face, upturned to his, lay on his breast,