Through the hushèd waves that glittered o'er their image in the bay;
And the silence,
Listening silence,
Dimmed the splendor of the day.
O'er the barge that now drew nearer countless virgin lilies wept,
Telling that some white-souled maiden in the snowy bower slept.
Dumb he stood, and gazed in terror on the shroud and lilies sweet,
And a dread foreboding filled him, and his heart forgot to beat;
And in silence,
Deathlike silence,