Glances so dim and drear,
That neither could tell what the other meant,
Save that in all there was fear blent
With a something which told them Heaven-sent
Was the doom of the dead man there.
One was a laborer tough and tanned,
With the toil of tilling his meager land;
The next, a veteran who did wield
The sword on many a bloody field;
The third, a friar grave or gay,