At length came gleaming through the thicket-shade
Helmet and casque, and a steel-armed band
Watched round the sepulchre in solemn stand.
The night-word passed, from man to man convey’d;
And I could see those women rise and go
Under the dark trees, moving sad and slow.
Henry Alford.
Hark from the tomb a doleful sound,
My ears attend the cry;
Ye living men come view the ground,