Methought I Saw Him But I Knew Him Not; He Was So Changed From What He Used To Be, There Was No Redness On His Woe-Worn Cheek, No Sunny Smile Upon His Ashy Lips, His Hollow Wandering Eyes Looked Wild And Fierce, And Grief Was Printed On His Marble Brow, And O I Thought He Clasped His Wasted Hands, And Raised His Haggard Eyes To Heaven, And Prayed That He Might Die, I Had No Power To Speak, I Thought I Was Allowed To See Him Thus; And Yet I Might Not Speak One Single Word; I Might Not Even Tell Him That I Lived And That It Might Be Possible If Search Were Made, To Find Out Where I Was And Set Me Free, O How I Longed To Clasp Him To My Heart, Or But To Hold His Trembling Hand In Mine, And Speak One Word Of Comfort To His Mind, I Struggled Wildly But It Was In Vain, I Could Not Rise From My Dark Dungeon Floor, And The Dear Name I Vainly Strove To Speak, Died In A Voiceless Whisper On My Tongue, Then I Awoke, And Lo It Was A Dream! A Dream? Alas It Was Reality! For Well I Know Wherever He May Be He Mourns Me Thus, O Heaven I Could Bear My Deadly Fate With Calmness If There Were No Kindred Hearts To Bleed And Break For Me!