Ten several sounds fell, like a knell,
And like a sigh (which was despair)
A shudder thrilled the tremulous air.
The leaves fell rustling from the trees,
The grasses shivered in the breeze,
As Saturn, with complacent eye,
Walked coldly up the central sky.
Slowly among the quivering limbs
Come hollow moons, like funeral hymns;
The trees, aroused from slumber, wail