Page:A lover's tale (Tennyson, 1879).djvu/63

Rh Of thundershaken columns indistinct, And fused together in the tyrannous light— Ruins, the ruin of all my life and me!

Sometimes I thought Camilla was no more, Some one had told she was dead, and ask'd me If I would see her burial: then I seem'd To rise, and through the forest-shadow borne With more than mortal swiftness, I ran down The steepy sea-bank, till I came upon The rear of a procession, curving round The silver-sheeted bay: in front of which Six stately virgins, all in white, upbare A broad earth-sweeping pall of whitest lawn, Wreathed round the bier with garlands: in the distance, From out the yellow woods upon the hill Look'd forth the summit and the pinnacles