The faltering voice Irene no longer heard

The faltering voice Irene no longer heard. She saw the picture she had given to him Her heart most yearned to reach. Then all appeared Dark and confused; the while her senses swim, The light burns blue, and waning visions dim Flit o’er her mind; and voices distant seem Like troubled waters moaning, phantoms grim, Shades horrible; then reason’s flickering beam Lit up—all, all as ’twere a wild, distempered dream.