Of a dull moon made indistinct our fight;
He foremost fell!—But see, the woman creeps 590
Like a lost thing, that wanders as she sleeps.
See here, her husband’s body—but she knows
That other dead! and that her action shows.
Rachel! why look you at your mortal foe?—
She does not hear us—Whither will she go?”
Now, more attentive, on the dead they gazed,
And they were brothers: sorrowing and amazed,
On all a momentary silence came,