Even if I died no sound should tell it her. br Death babbles, but the calm of her dear eyes br In vain would ask, no tell--tale breath should stir br The lips still treasuring a thought unwise. br How vain my life has been in its disguise, br Left unregarded, her least pensioner, br Yielding to all, unasking even with sighs br The dole of hope not Heaven could quite confer. br --To--day behold me on this page her name br Over my own inscribing, with no prayer, br Nor daring even to kneel in my distress. br What I have written in this candle's flame br Shrinks ere 'tis finished, and the incensed air br Bears but betrays it not. She shall not guess.