Litchfield enquirer., 1835-03-05
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 POETRY.
saIaHT WATcHING.--BY 2. e.

MIGHT WATCHING.-BY 2. c. PRRcIvAL.
 She ca. beside her lover, and her hand Rested UpOs his elay-cOld forehead. Death Wma now calmly slealiWg Der hum, and his Ute Went out by silent 6ickerimgs, when his eye Woke up from is dm leIhAFgy, and cast Bright looks of FOndnesg on her. He was "eaA' Tooaweak utter all his heart. His eye Wee now his only language, and it apake How much he Gelt her kindness, and the love That Sau, when all had Red, beside him. Night Was far upon its watches, and the voice (lf nature had TO sound. The pure blue sky Was f:aiv and lovely, and the mamy stars LoOk'd down iu tranquil beauty On an earin That smiled in sweelesi summer. She look o"I ThrOuah the raised window, and the sheetedh bay 1,av in a quiet sleep below, and sIOne an With the pale beam oi mdGight~.aIr ""s s'''t' And the white sail. that Der the dis'a"l stream Moved with slow pace, tt seemd al rest, Fix'd im the gassy water, and with care Shunn'd the dark den Of pesIileRce, and stole Feart0y from the tainted gale that wrealhed Softly aIopg the crispiNg waVe-thal sal Hung loosely on ils yard, and as h lapp'd, Caught moving undMlaiOnS from tue light That silently came down, and gave the hilIS, And spires, and walls, aud rOote, tint 60 pale, Death seem'd on all the landscape-bui 50 sl't, Who would have thought that any thing but peace And beauty had dwelling there! The world Had gome aud lie was not within those walls, Only few, who liNgerd iaiOlly on,
 Waiting ihe moment oi departure; or
 Sn, tending a, their pillows, with love
 So strong 1t master d fear-aNd they were few, And she was ONe-aNd tn a lonely house,
 Far from all sight aud sound Of living thing,
 She wa,ch'd the couch of hn she loved and drew ConiapiOn from the lips that were to her
 Still beautifa ns roses, though opae They seemd like thin snow curl. All was slill, Aod even 60 deeply hush'd, ihe low, faint breath Tho, trembling gasp'd away, came through the night As a loud sound of awe. She passd her hand Over those quvering lips, ,ha, ever grew Paier and colder, as the only sign
 To tell her life still linger'd-ia went out! And her heart ..a"k sank wilhin her, when tho last Weak sigh of life wUs over, and the room Seem'd like vaulled sepulchre, so lone She dared not look around; and the light wind, That played among the leaves and flowers that grew Still freshly at her window, and waved back The curtain with rus!liog sound, to her. In heV intense abstraction. seem'd the voice Of departed spirit Then she heards Al leasl in fancy heard, whisper breathe Close Nt her ear, and tell her all was done, And her fond loves were ended. She had waich'd Until her love grew manly, and she check'd The tears that came to flow, and DerSed her heart To the las, solemn duty. With hand That trembed not, she closed the fallen lid, And press'd the lips, and gave them long kiss; Then decen,ly spread over all shroud- And sitting with look of lingering love Intense in tearless passion, rose at length, And pressing both her hands upon her brow, Gave loose 10 all her gushing grief in showers, Which, as a Guntai0, seal'd iill it had swelpd To i's lac, fulness, now gave way and fow'd In deep stream ol sorrow. Sine grew calm, And parting baek the curtains, look'd abroad Upon the moonlight lOveliness, all sunk In one unbroksn silence, save the moan From the lone room of death, or the dull sound Ofthe slow moving hearse. The homes of men, Were now all desOlate, aad darkness there, And solitude and silence took their seat In the deserted sreetS as if the wing Of destroying angel had gone by, And blasted all existence, and had changed The gay, ihe busy, and the crowded mart To one cold speechless city of the dead