In Israel at that hour—stood up alone
And waited for the sun to set. Her face
Was pale, but very beautiful; her lip
Had a more delicate outline, and the tint
Was deeper; but her countenance was like
The majesty of angels!—The sun set,
And she was dead, but not by violence.
IDLENESS.
It was a leisure day, and I had shut
My door upon intrusion, and set down