Towards that grave the coffin goes.
Oh! but what their cruel purpose!
Oh! the thought is endless wo;
I looked down, in hopes the sunlight
Through some grave-wall chink might flow;
But I saw then my husband lower'd
Into darkness—lower'd slow.
VOCERO ON THE DEATH OF ROMANA, THE DAUGHTER OF DARIOLA DANESI OF ZUANI.
(The Mother sings.)
See, she lies now on the tola,