Seen dazzling through the mist of tears, XVIII "The sun was sinking still I lay I thought to mingle there our clay, I cast my last looks up the sky, 405 410 And there between me and the sun I saw the expecting raven fly, Who scarce would wait till both should die, Ere his repast begun; 415 He flew, and perch'd, then flew once more, I saw his wing through twilight flit, And once so near me he alit I could have smote, but lack'd the strength; 420 And then again a little breath, A little thrill, a short suspense, An icy sickness curdling o'er My heart, and sparks that cross'd my brain; A sigh, and nothing more. 435 440 445 450 But fail'd and she approach'd and made 460 I must not strive as yet to break And gently oped the door, and spake 465 470 But those she call'd were not awake, And she went forth; but ere she pass'd, Another look on me she cast, 475 Me - one day o'er their realm to reign! 490 |