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And she now lingering at his side, His bright, his half-immortal bride, Though she had come with him to die, Share earthly tear, and earthly sigh; Left for his sake her glorious sphere,— What matter'd that?—she now was here. —At first 't was like a frightful dream: Why should such such terror even seem? Again—again—it cannot be! Woe for such wasting misery!— This watching love's o'erclouding sky, Though still believing it must clear; This closing of the trusting eye; The hope that darkens into fear; The lingering change of doubt and dread; All in the one dear presence fled.