XXV.

I gazed upon her portrait,

While dark dreams filled my brain,

And those beloved features

Began to breathe again.

I saw upon her lips then

A wondrous smile arise,

And as with tears of pity

Glistened once more her eyes.

Adown my cheeks in silence,

The tears came flowing free.

And oh! I cannot believe it,

That thou art lost to me!

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