Eddy.
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Delayed till she had ceased to know

  • DELAYED till she had ceased to know,

  • Delayed till in its vest of snow

  • Her loving bosom lay.

  • An hour behind the fleeting breath,

  • Later by just an hour than death,—

  • Oh, lagging yesterday!

  • Could she have guessed that it would be;

  • Could but a crier of the glee

  • Have climbed the distant hill;

  • Had not the bliss so slow a pace,—

  • Who knows but this surrendered face

  • Were undefeated still?

  • Oh, if there may departing be

  • Any forgot by victory

  • In her imperial round,

  • Show them this meek apparelled thing,

  • That could not stop to be a king,

  • Doubtful if it be crowned!