Grimly in front, their shattered raft gave up
Its precious charge; and then a mist of tears
Blinded all eyes, through which we seemed to see
Two forms in death-clasp whirled along the flood,
And all was over.
“Then from out the crowd
Certain went up the lane, and broke the news
To Lucy’s widowed mother; she spoke not,
Nor wept, nor murmured, but with stony glare
Took in her loss, like Niobe, and to bed