At times I feared; as though some demon sent
Suspicion without form into the world,
To whisper unimaginable things.
Then thy fond arguing banished all but hope,
Each wish, and every feeling, was with thine,
Till I partook thy nature, and became
Credulous, and incredulous, like thee.
We, who have met so altered, meet no more.
Mountains and seas! ye are not separation:
Death! thou dividest, but unitest too,
In everlasting peace and faith sincere.
Confiding love! where is thy resting-place?
Where is thy truth, Covilla? where!--Go, go,
I should adore thee and believe thee still.
[Goes.

COV. O Heaven! support me, or desert me quite,
And leave me lifeless this too trying hour!
He thinks me faithless.

JUL. He must think thee so.

COV. Oh, tell him, tell him all, when I am dead -
He will die too, and we shall meet again.
He will know all when these sad eyes are closed.
Ah, cannot he before? must I appear
The vilest?--O just Heaven! can it be thus?
I am--all earth resounds it--lost, despised,
Anguish and shame unutterable seize me.
'Tis palpable, no phantom, no delusion,