Through towering nothingness descry
The grisly phantom hurry by?
"And hear dumb shrieks that fill the air;
See mouths that gape and eyes that stare,
And redden in the dusky glare?
"Yet still before him, as he flies,
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And bodying forth in glassy eyes.
"The vision of a vanished good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,