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The shadows are around me; to thy heart Fold me, that I may die.

My child!—What dream Is on thy soul?—Even now thine aspect wears Life's brightest inspiration!

Death's!

Away! Thine eye hath starry clearness, and thy cheek Doth glow beneath it with a richer hue Than tinged its earliest flower!

It well may be! There are far deeper and far warmer hues Than those which draw their colouring from the founts Of youth, or health, or hope.

Nay, speak not thus! There 's that about thee shining which would send E'en through my heart a sunny glow of joy, Wer 't not for these sad words. The dim cold air And solemn light, which wrap these tombs and shrines