In solemn silence did she mourn,
As onward she did venture.
’Twas angels in bright raiment shone,
Anticipate [imagine?] her sorrow,
And said, why doth this creature mourn,
And why this gloomy horror.
Whom seek’st thou, Mary, they did say,
And why this solemn mourning?
Because they’ve took my Lord away,
I thought to see this morning.