By one dear image filled, With all the holy warmth of love, Of early love unchilled— To know no other head but mine Should on thy breast be laid, None other hear the tender words Which thou to me hast said— No other name be on thy lips When life’s last hour drew nigh, No wish but for our meeting, love, How blesséd thus to die! end poetry block end rend LIFE IN NEW YORK.
— from Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXX, No. 3, March 1847 by Various