(In - Church) The Two Were Silent In A Sunless Church, Whose Mildewed Walls, Uneven Paving-Stones, And Wasted Carvings Passed Antique Research; And Nothing Broke The Clock'S Dull Monotones. Leaning Against A Wormy Poppy-Head, So Wan And Worn That He Could Scarcely Stand, - For He Was Soon To Die, He Softly Said, "Tell Me You Love Me!" Holding Hard Her Hand. She Would Have Given A World To Breathe "Yes" Truly, So Much His Life Seemed Handing On Her Mind, And Hence She Lied, Her Heart Persuaded Throughly 'Twas Worth Her Soul To Be A Moment Kind. But The Sad Need Thereof, His Nearing Death, So Mocked Humanity That She Shamed To Prize A World Conditioned Thus, Or Care For Breath Where Nature Such Dilemmas Could Devise. 1866.