_Lilia_
(_half-asleep, wildly_).
If Julian had been here, you dared not do it!--
Julian! Julian!

[_Half-rising_.]

_Julian_
(_forgetting his caution, and going up to her_).
I am here, my Lilia.
Put your head down, my love. 'Twas all a dream,
A terrible dream. Gone now--is it not?

[_She looks at him with wide restless eyes; then sinks back on
the pillow. He leaves her_.]

How her dear eyes bewildered looked at me!
But her soul's eyes are closed. If this last long
She'll die before my sight, and Joy will lead
In by the hand her sister, Grief, pale-faced,
And leave her to console my solitude.
Ah, what a joy! I dare not think of it!
And what a grief! I will not think of that!
Love? and from her? my beautiful, my own!
O God, I did not know thou wast so rich
In making and in giving; did not know
The gathered glory of this earth of thine.
What! wilt thou crush me with an infinite joy?
Make me a god by giving? Wilt thou take