One word turned back my gushing tears,
And lit my altered eye with sneers.
Then, ‘Bless the friendly dust’, I said,
‘That hides thy unlamented head!
Vain as thou wert, and weak as vain,
The slave of Falsehood, Pride, and Pain—
My heart has nought akin to thine;
Thy soul is powerless over mine.’
But these were thoughts that vanished too;
Unwise, unholy, and untrue: