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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 319 |
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Long, long she lay insensible. At length
Some feeble symptoms of returning strength •
Were manifest, and she could faintly tell
What on that sad and weary night befell.
'Twas vain to reason with her. She would hear
No reason from me. Still the ready tear
Would follow the sad story, and her cheek
Grow pallid at the thought of that unearthly shriek.
A month elaps'd—and then, alas ! we knew That the dread vision was too sadly true, She smiled again no more; but from that hour Wither'd and droop'd like to a blighted flower. Hourly she wasted : yet her cheek grew bright With a deep crimson circle and a light Unearthly sparkled in her beaming eyes. Fondly I hoped—alas ! . I was unwise To dream the beauty of that crimson blush, Was aught but what it was, Consumption's hectic flush.
She died—and oh, my grief was deep and wild —
I grieved—for dark-hair'd Ellen was my child !
In yon lone glen they buried her, and there
Oft do I go alone to breathe a prayer
For her departed spirit. It may be
She hears and blesses me. 'Twere agony
To think it otherwise. When the moon's light,
Her lowly grave doth rest upon, and bright
Its rays gleam over it, then doth it seem As if her spirit hover'd in that beam, And smiled in peace upon me. Deem ye not My words unhallow'd. 'Tis a blessed thought |
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