For "four sweet years," from flowery spring to snowy winter, they had
lived in closest friendship;
"But where the path we walk'd began
To slant the fifth autumnal slope,"
"the Shadow fear'd of man," grim Death, "broke our fair companionship."
Hallam died on the 15th September, 1833, and the survivor, eagerly
pursuing, can find him no more, but
"thinks, that somewhere in the waste
The Shadow sits and waits for me."
His own spirit becomes darkened by gloomy apprehensions of superimpending
calamity.