Page:Landon in Literary Gazette 1822.pdf/15



A star, o'er which the clouds steal one by one, Scarce seen, scarce noticed, till the sweet light's gone. - - - - - - - - She is within his arms, and they have met, Evelin and his Elizabeth! a flush Of beautiful delight is on her face; He clasped her silently, and his dark eye Is filled with tears. Ah, tears like these are worth A life of smiles,—at length he gently said, "Elizabeth, my own love!"—it was heaven To think that she again could hear him breathe That dear dear name; she answered not, but lay Upon his bosom motionless. He looked On her sweet face—'twas fixed and pale in death! L. E. L.