So stonelike was its rest!
But a peal of lordly music
Shook e’en the dust below,
When the burning gold of the diadem
Was set on her pallid brow!
Then died away that haughty sound;
And from the encircling band
Stepp’d prince and chief, midst the hush profound,
With homage to her hand.
Why pass’d a faint, cold shuddering