Su esfera de cristal la luna apaga
En la pálida niebla de la aurora
Y la brisa del mar fresca y sonora
Entre los pinos de la costa vaga.
Aquí murió de amor en hora aciaga
Mirtilo, y Bala su rebaño; llora
La primavera y le tributa Flora
Rústico incienso cuyo olor embriaga...
Lo! through a shadowy valley
March with measured step and tread
A long array of Phantoms wan
And pallid as the dead,—
The white and waxen dead!
With a crown on every head,
And a torch in every hand
To fright the sheeted ghosts away
That guard its portals night and day,
They seek the Shadow-Land...
WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm,
Nor question much,
That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;
The mystery, the sign, you must not touch;
For 'tis my outward soul,
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading — treading — till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through —
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum —
Kept beating — beating — till I thought
My Mind was going numb —
And then I heard...
That short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
'T is almost consequence,
Is the éclat of death.
Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept,
Had he the...
