Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.
"One after one, by the star-dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.
"Four times fifty living men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,