...us pass? — They all are gone, and thou art gone as well! Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...pausefully upon life's headlong train ; — The foot is less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new, And hope, once crush'd,...

...life, a state which he himself so well describes in the " Monody of Thyrsis "— " Round me, too, the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see...feel her finger light Laid pausefully upon life's hewllong train; The foot less prompt to meet the morning dew, The heart less bounding at emotion new,...

...transcendent beauty, the height and acme of contained emotion: "Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the night In ever-nearing circle weaves her shade. I see her veil draw soft across the day, I feel her softly chilling breath invade The cheek grown thin, the brown hair sprent with grey; I feel her finger...