So silently we seem'd to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied-- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed--she had Another morn than ours. ANTICIPATION.[11] [Footnote 11: These impressive, if rather morbid, lines seem to have been hitherto overlooked by Hood's editors, and are here collected for the first time.] "Coming events cast their shadow before." I had a vision in the summer light-- Sorrow was in it, and my inward sight Ached with sad images. The touch of tears Gushed down my cheeks:--the figured woes of years Casting their shadows across sunny hours. Oh, there was nothing sorrowful in flowers Wooing the glances of an April sun, Or apple blossoms opening one by one Their crimson bosoms--or the twittered words And warbled sentences of merry birds;-- Or the small glitter and the humming wings Of golden flies and many colored things-- Oh, these were nothing sad--nor to see _Her_, Sitting beneath the comfortable stir Of early leaves--casting the playful grace Of moving shadows in so fair a face-- Nor in her brow serene--nor in the love Of her mild eyes drinking the light above With a long thirst--nor in her gentle smile-- Nor in her hand that shone blood-red the while She raised it in the sun. All these were dear To heart and eye--but an invisible fear Shook in the trees and chilled upon the air, And if one spot was laughing brightest--there My soul most sank and darkened in despair!-- As if the shadows of a curtained room Haunted me in the sun--as if the bloom Of early flow'rets had no sweets for me, Nor apple blossoms any blush to see-- As if the hour had brought too bright a day-- And little birds were all too gay!--too gay!-- As if the beauty of that Lovely One Were all a fable.--Full before the sun Stood Death and cast a shadow long before, Like a dark pall enshrouding her all o'er, Till eyes, and lips, and smiles, were all no more! TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER. Love thy mother, little one! Kiss and clasp her neck again,-- Hereafter she may have a son Will kiss and clasp her neck in vain. Love thy mother, little one! Gaze upon her living eyes, And mirror back her love for thee,-- Hereafter thou mayst shudder sighs To meet them when they cannot see. Gaze upon her living eyes! Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told,-- Hereafter thou mayst press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow! Oh, revere her raven hair! Although it be not silver-gray; Too early Death, led on by Care, May snatch save one dear lock away. Oh, revere her raven hair!