So lay they garmented in torpid light,
Under the pall of a transparent night,
Like solemn apparitions lull'd sublime
To everlasting rest,—and with them Time
Slept, as he sleeps upon the silent face
Of a dark dial in a sunless place.
[TO AN ABSENTEE.]
O'er hill, and dale, and distant sea,
Through all the miles that stretch between,
My thought must fly to rest on thee,