Wore not the brand of suffering and despair;
Yet all stood silent, for a heavier blow
Made each in this forget his selfish wo:
Tears fell unchecked and fast;—then while the hue
Of hastening death grew deeper, wide they threw
The casement; on his couch the day beam played—
The admitted light dispelled the solemn shade:
O’er his wan face the broad pale radiance streamed,
And sadder still that place of mourning seemed.
He turned and gazed. The sea-breeze fresh and light