XXV

       In the death-chamber for a moment Death,
       Sham’d by the presence of that living Might,
       Blush’d to annihilation, and the breath
       Revisited those lips, and Life’s pale light
       Flash’d through those limbs, so late her dear delight.
       “Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless,
       As silent lightning leaves the starless night!
       Leave me not!” cried Urania: her distress
Rous’d Death: Death rose and smil’d, and met her vain caress.