As from the stained and storied pane it danced with quivering gleam,
Each cold and prostrate form below seem'd quickening in the beam.
"Now sinking low, no more was heard the organ's solemn swell,
And faint upon the listening ear the last hosanna fell;
It died—and not a breath did stir; above each knightly stall,
Unmoved, the banner'd blazonry hung waveless as a pall.
"I stood alone—a living thing midst those that were no more—
I thought on ages that were past, the glorious deeds of yore—
On Edward's sable panoply, on Cressy's tented plain,
The fatal Roses twined at length, on great Eliza's reign.