Ah, noble friend! thou’lt see that form no more!
Again the minister returneth thanks
To those around, for all their kindness shown;
Again upon the buried coffin, fall
The heavy clods of earth, with hollow sound;
Again the mourner, shudd’ring, turns away,
And leaves the burial place with ling’ring step.
Go with her to the now deserted room,
Where she must dwell in grief and loneliness.
She slowly enters there, and casts around