My days were dim in the shadow cast, By the memory of the same! Day and night, day and night, He was my breath and life and light, For three short years, which soon were past. On the fourth, my gentle mother Led me to the shrine, to be His sworn bride eternally. "And now we stood on the altar stair, When my father came from a distant land, And with a loud and fearful cry I saw the stream of his thin grey hair, I saw his lean and lifted hand, And heard his words,-and live! Oh God! He cried, 'I tell thee 'tis her brother! Thy mother, boy, beneath the sod Of yon church-yard rests in her shroud so cold: I am now weak, and pale, and old: We were once dear to one another, I and that corpse! Thou art our child!' My father lived a little while, But all might see that he was dying, So I went forth from the same church door To another husband's bed. And this was he who died at last, When weeks and months and years had past, Through which I firmly did fulfil My duties, a devoted wife, With the stern step of vanquished will, Walking beneath the night of life, Whose hours extinguished, like slow rain Falling for ever, pain by pain, The very hope of death's dear rest; Which, since the heart within my breast Of natural life was dispossest, It's strange sustainer there had been. When flowers were dead, and grass was green Upon my mother's grave,-that mother Whom to outlive, and cheer, and make My wan eyes glitter for her sake, Was my vowed task, the single care Which once gave life to my despair, When she was a thing that did not stir My own dull blood: 'twas like a thought And crept with the blood through every vein; And hour by hour, day after day, The wonder could not charm away, But laid in sleep, my wakeful pain, And then I wept. For long, long years By my window bowered round with leaves, I wept to think how hard it were And haply, I would dream, 'twere sweet To feed it from my faded breast, Or mark my own heart's restless beat Rock it to it's untroubled rest, And watch the growing soul beneath Dawn in faint smiles; and hear its breath, Half interrupted by calm sighs, |