All over wooden like a piece of wood—
“Dead?” said the Dame, while louder wailed Elaine;
“I see,” she said, “thy fasts were all too long,
Thy commons all too short, which shortened thus
Thy days, tho’ thou mightst still have cheered mine age
Had I but timelier to the city wonned.
Thither I must again, and that right soon,
For now ’tis meet we lap thee in a shroud,
And lay thee in the vault by Astolat,
Where faithful Tray shall by Sir Hubbard lie.”