Page:Over the river, and other poems.djvu/75

 that last change that comes to all Shall o'er my features spread; When from my eyes life's light fades out, And from my cheeks the red; When o'er the heart that once beat warm The pulseless hands you fold, Oh, kiss my faded lips, beloved, Albeit they are cold! For since the time when our two lives Together blent in one, Like streams that from two different springs Flow singing into one,