Knock,—is any one within?
Not a sound, except the din
Of the mice,—they must be thin.
XX.
Look along the avenue,
Is there any one in view?
Surely, this cannòt be true?
XXI.
Put your ear upon the ground!
Listen! Is there any sound?
Every thing is hushed around.
XXII.
Oh! I dream! I might have known;
I have wandered,—they are gone,
And of four remains but one.
XXIII.
Two were young and two were old;
Three are lying stark and cold
In death’s rigid, icy fold.