|line||Suddenly, as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder,|
Still she stood, with her colorless lips apart, while a shudder
|1345||Ran through her frame, and, forgotten, the flowerets dropped from her fingers,|
And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning.
Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish,
That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man.
|1350||Long, and thin, and gray were the locks that shaded his temples;|
But, as he lay in the morning light, his face for a moment
Seemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier manhood;
So are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dying.
Hot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever,
|1355||As if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals,|
That the Angel of Death might see the sign, and pass over.
Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit exhausted
Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness,
Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking.
|1360||Then through those realms of shade, in multiplied reverberations,|
Heard he that cry of pain, and through the hush that succeeded
Whispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and saint-like,
'Gabriel! O my beloved!' and died away into silence.
Then he beheld, in a dream, once more the home of his childhood;
|1365||Green Acadian meadows, with sylvan rivers among them,|
Village, and mountain, and woodlands; and, walking under their shadow,
As in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose in his vision.
Tears came into his eyes; and as slowly he lifted his eyelids,
Vanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his bedside.
|1370||Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents unuttered|
Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken.
Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him.
Kissed his dying lips and laid his head on her bosom.
Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into darkness,
|1375||As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.|