Sonnet Xl. Easter-Eve, 1833.
I saw two women weeping by the tomb
Of one new--buried, in a fair green place
Bowered with shrubs; the eve retained no trace
Of aught that day performed; but the faint gloom
Of dying day was spread upon the sky;
The moon was broad and bright above the wood;
The breeze brought tokens of a multitude,
Music, and shout, and mingled revelry.
At length came gleaming through the thicket--shade
Helmet and casque, and a steel--armed band
Watched round the sepulchre in solemn stand;