Beside him he would have her stay, And bones to be her playthings gave. 14. At whiles the busied man would raise And when, slow-winding up the hill, But when the burial rite was there, Which utter'd from its wondrous As if a sunbeam played between clock Those hearts and hers to warm her so. 14. Her brow upon the headstone leant, 24. The sunshine sparkled through the sky, The breeze and lark sang gether, on to And yet there seemed, afar and nigh, She knew not what the mind will One silent world of azure weather. The maiden now was left to be A loveliness that made men sad, Each household task she duly wrought, And peace for her was in the thought, Her mother would have wished it so. 20. But often in the silent hours Of summer dawn, while sleeping, men were She rose to gather fragrant flowers, 25. But from beyond the old Yew-tree It sounded strangely near. 26. "Twas now a broken word of prayer, And all the sorrow bursting there 27. No woman's voice so deeply rings, pray; And, ah! how true the grief that brings 28. The black boughs' vault of shade adorn- A fixed, fair, living monument, |