Veiling its darlings dead,

Held in a choking hush the while

A heart that feigned—and bled ...

Onward with blind rebellious breast

I ranged, with love, with bale opprest,

Piteous, passionate, all unblest,

The dispossessëd,—God-possest ...

More lonely grew the leaden wave

That broke against the leaning sky;

The melancholy winds 'gan rave

Among the whimpering shrouds on high:

Most lonely up the leaden wave

Two climbed toward yet a lonelier grave—

Where only one should lie.

We neared a grey and grievous land

That thundered by a wintry sea;

I touched the sorrow of her hand,

But nothing sad said she:

She turned from love at death's command

To death eternally.

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