And hears, as far away, their startled cries,
And longs for pleasant haunts she lived among,
While in an anguished dream she slowly dies.
From off the gentle head they cut the crest,
They loose the wedding [1] plumes which veil the wings
And rend the beauty-tuft from out the breast—
Then each a mangled body downward flings.
The dimmed white forms strew all the blossomed ground,
While clustered trees but bear the wailing young;
Their plaintive little voices shrilling, sound