XII

Last night maybe I was a little mad,

For as I prayed despairful by her side,

Such a strange, antic visioning I had:

Lo! it did seem HER EYES WERE OPEN WIDE.

Surely I must have dreamed! I stared once more....

No,‘ twas a candle's trick, a shadow cast.

There were her lashes locking as before.

( Oh, but it filled me with a joy so vast! )

No,‘ twas a freak, a fancy of the brain,

( Oh, but to-night I'll try again, again! )