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Rh E'en as we looked 'twas done : the old tree fell, Shaking the near foundations of the house, Till little smoke-like cones of dust arose ; And then the floor curved upward, so it seemed, Towards the ceiling, that, on swaying walls, Went round and round in dizzying circle dim. " Love !" " Love!" my cousins cried, with out-stretched arms, And flowed together, like two parted streams Long sundered meeting, meeting at the sea. Then all was dark. When I at length awoke I heard my father and his brother call : "The microscope!"— "The telescope!"— "The child!" And thought of how, 'tis said, old men and babes Bear anything. Stung into sudden life, I rose, And found my cousins 'neath a fallen beam, That, falling, sheltered them from all but death ; Crowned with the roses from the broken vase, They lay, a sleeping king and queen, at rest. Her face, upturned to his, lay on his breast,