First Love - Part 41

" While the world is soothed with sleep,
Wrapped in fever I am lying,
And I hear the angels weep —
Who is it that lies a-dying? "
" Dearest, dearest,
What thou hearest
Are the winds that wander sighing. "

" Nay, for I can see his face,
Burning with its fearful story;
Look — it glares at me through space
Like a death-head, scarred and gory. "
" Dearest, dearest,
What thou fearest
Is the moon in all its glory. "

" Woman, hush; I hear him now
Crying " I have come to kill thee."
And his blade is at my brow;
Now does fear and anguish fill thee? "
" Dearest, dearest —
'Twas the merest
Touch — I kissed thy brow to still thee. "
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