_Julian_.
The gray earth dawning up, cold, comfortless;
With its obtrusive _I am_ written large
Upon its face!

[_Approaches the bed, and gazes on_ LILIA _silently with
clasped hands; then returns to the window_.]

She sleeps so peacefully!
O God, I thank thee: thou hast sent her sleep.
Lord, let it sink into her heart and brain.

_Enter_ Nurse.

Oh, nurse, I'm glad you're come! She is asleep.
You must be near her when she wakes again.
I think she'll be herself. But do be careful--
Right cautious how you tell her I am here.
Sweet woman-child, may God be in your sleep!

[JULIAN _goes_.]

_Nurse_.
Bless her white face, she looks just like my daughter,
That's now a saint in heaven! Just those thin cheeks,
And eyelids hardly closed over her eyes!--
Dream on, poor darling! you are drinking life
From the breast of sleep. And yet I fain would see
Your shutters open, for I then should know
Whether the soul had drawn her curtains back,