XXVI.

A few days later, as we sat and talk’d,

He on us burst, and brought a sudden light

Illuminating her, and paling me,

Blanch’d, ash-like, in the flame of that hot flush

That warm’d her welcome. All my heart and breath

Seem’d sunk in silence like the buzzing bees

When autumn steals the sunlight from the flowers,

And frost seals down their sweets. I heard them talk

Like one who just has walk’d a glacier path

With boist’rous friends; then, stumbling, slips away,

Far suck’d through freezing fathoms down to death,

Yet hears the cruel laughter crackling still.

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