Good Novel
- Ah, you have seen the bright spots in my cheeks
Flush hectic, as before the night the west burns blood-red streaks?
Consumption. - "But I promised you my hand"? - a thing forlorn
Of life; diseased! - Oh, God! - and so, far better so, forsworn! -
Oh, I was jealous of your love. But think: if I had died
Ere babe of mine had come to be a solace at your side!
Had it been little then - your grief, when Heaven had made us one