The dead man in his grave.
“Heavily I rose up, as soon
As light was in the sky,
And sought the black, accursed[1138] pool,
With a wild, misgiving eye;
And I saw the dead[1139] in the river bed,
For the faithless stream was dry.
“Merrily rose the lark,[1140] and shook
The dewdrop from its wing;
But I never marked its morning flight,