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,