Array’d in gorgeous dress, of greater growth,
And, in his estimation, greater worth,—
Stood silently and mournfully around,
Intent upon the death-inclosure mound.
Earth,[144] most profound, in her unfeigned grief—
Smote her bare breast; her speech was very brief;
She felt a pressure on her noble heart,
But in the rite she took an ample part,—
Survey’d the gulf down which the corpse would pass,
And lined its edges with resplendent moss: