ESTRANGED.
IT was but yesterday that thouWert with love-whispers eloquent,Yet come and look upon her nowThat life is spent.How strangely white the face hath grown,No longer prest by kisses fond;Why turn’st, now that her soul hath flownAnd rests beyond?Why enter’st not the darkened roomTo touch again those cold, white lips—So cold and white, seen in the gloomOf Death’s eclipse?Thou wert so loving once, but nowTake that cold hand as lovers may,Implant a kiss on that calm brow,Nor turn away.It was but yesterday that thouWert with love-whispers eloquent—Thou wilt not look upon her nowThat life is spent.
IT was but yesterday that thouWert with love-whispers eloquent,Yet come and look upon her nowThat life is spent.How strangely white the face hath grown,No longer prest by kisses fond;Why turn’st, now that her soul hath flownAnd rests beyond?Why enter’st not the darkened roomTo touch again those cold, white lips—So cold and white, seen in the gloomOf Death’s eclipse?Thou wert so loving once, but nowTake that cold hand as lovers may,Implant a kiss on that calm brow,Nor turn away.It was but yesterday that thouWert with love-whispers eloquent—Thou wilt not look upon her nowThat life is spent.
IT was but yesterday that thouWert with love-whispers eloquent,Yet come and look upon her nowThat life is spent.
IT was but yesterday that thou
Wert with love-whispers eloquent,
Yet come and look upon her now
That life is spent.
How strangely white the face hath grown,No longer prest by kisses fond;Why turn’st, now that her soul hath flownAnd rests beyond?
How strangely white the face hath grown,
No longer prest by kisses fond;
Why turn’st, now that her soul hath flown
And rests beyond?
Why enter’st not the darkened roomTo touch again those cold, white lips—So cold and white, seen in the gloomOf Death’s eclipse?
Why enter’st not the darkened room
To touch again those cold, white lips—
So cold and white, seen in the gloom
Of Death’s eclipse?
Thou wert so loving once, but nowTake that cold hand as lovers may,Implant a kiss on that calm brow,Nor turn away.
Thou wert so loving once, but now
Take that cold hand as lovers may,
Implant a kiss on that calm brow,
Nor turn away.
It was but yesterday that thouWert with love-whispers eloquent—Thou wilt not look upon her nowThat life is spent.
It was but yesterday that thou
Wert with love-whispers eloquent—
Thou wilt not look upon her now
That life is spent.