That tidings grieved that dismal day.
Far from the town, with lamentation
They “waked” him—in imagination;
His house—the poor man’s hospital,
Received whoever chose to call,
And townsmen flocked in countless numbers
To “wake” him from unearthly slumbers.
If ever cries aroused the dead,
That corpse would lift its lowly head
When twelve young maidens dressed in white