Chapter 266 AT LENGTH.

Her final summer was it,

And yet we guessed it not;

If tenderer industriousness

Pervaded her, we thought

A further force of life

Developed from within, -

When Death lit all the shortness up,

And made the hurry plain.

We wondered at our blindness, -

When nothing was to see

But her Carrara guide-post, -

At our stupidi