From lyrical expression, have I read
The stare aright, and sings not soul just so?"
"Or rather so? 'Cool comfortable elm
That men make coffins out of,—none for me
At thy expense, so thou permit I glide
Under thy ferny feet, and there sleep, sleep,
Nor dread awaking though in heaven itself!'"
The younger looks with face struck sudden white.
The elder answers its inquiry.