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8 Where I could feel his eyes the while I prayed. I think if he had stretched his hands to me, Or moved his lips to say a single word, I might have loved him—he had wondrous eyes.

Ornella, are you there? I cannot see— Is every one so lonely when he dies?

The room is filled with lights—with waving lights— Who are the men and women 'round the bed? What have I said, Ornella? Have they heard? There was no evil hidden in my life, And yet, and yet, I would not have them know—

Am I not floating in a mist of light? O lift me up and I shall reach the sun!