In this their dreary sepulchre;
And some, whose awful aspects wore
A look where sat the seal of age,
On their convulsèd foreheads bore
The phrenzied agony of rage;
On some a dreadful beauty shone
Like rays received from fallen stars—
So dim, so mournful and so lone,
Yet brave, despite of all their scars.
Far from the throng two sat apart