And filled they were with ghostly breath.
But there amid the gathering glooms,
Among the temples and the tombs,
One wandered in a pilgrim’s guise,
Who fixed afar his wistful eyes;
His footsteps kept the river’s side,
A glowing lamp his feet did guide,
That shone upon that desert’s dearth,
As like a star there fall’n to earth;
And moving through the twilight dim,