THE FUNERAL DAY OF SIR WALTER SCOTT.
“Many an eye
May wail the dimming of our shining star.”—Shakspeare.
A glorious voice hath ceased!
Mournfully, reverently—the funeral chant
Breathe reverently! There is a dreamy sound,
A hollow murmur of the dying year,
In the deep woods. Let it be wild and sad!
A more Æolian, melancholy tone
Than ever wail’d o’er bright things perishing!