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He woo'd her back to life.—"Sweet Inez, live!
My blessed Inez!—visions have beguil'd
Thy heart—abjure them!—thou wert form'd to give,
And to find, joy; and hath not sunshine smil'd
Around thee ever? Leave me not, mine own!
Or earth will grow too dark!—for thee alone,
Thee have I lov'd, thou gentlest! from a child,
And borne thine image with me o'er the sea,

She look'd up wildly; these were anxious eyes
Waiting that look—sad eyes of troubled thought,
Alvar's—Theresa's!—Did her childhood rise,
With all its pure and home-affections fraught,
In the brief glance?—She clasp'd her hands—the strife
Of love, faith, fear, and that vain dream of life,
Within her woman's breast so deeply wrought,
It seem'd as if a reed so slight and weak