It is a more pleasant way to die than if you were crowding about me on a sick-bed.

And yet I am dying.

This is my last kiss.

Forgive, forget the unworthy.' So far he had written, his paper was all filled, when there returned a memory of evenings at the piano, and that song, the masterpiece of love, in which so many have found the expression of their dearest thoughts.
'Einst, O wunder!' he added.

More was not required; he knew that in his love's heart the context would spring up, escorted with fair images and harmony; of how all through life her name should tremble in his ears, her name be everywhere repeated in the sounds of nature; and when death came, and he lay dissolved, her memory lingered and thrilled among his elements.
'Once, O wonder! once from the ashes of my heart Arose a blossom--' Herrick and the captain finished their letters about the same time; each was breathing deep, and their eyes met and were averted as they closed the envelopes.
'Sorry I write so big,' said the captain gruffly.