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Rh The tenth year waned: the cloistered bush was stilled, The earth lay sleeping, while the clouds distilled In ghostly veil their blessing. Thin and white, Through opening trees the moonbeams cleft the night. And showed the sombre arches, taller far Than grandest aisles of built cathedrals are. And up those dim-lit aisles in silence streamed Tall men with trailing spears, until it seemed, So many lines converged of endless length, A nation there was gathered in its strength.

Around one spot was kept a spacious ring, Where lay the body of the white-haired King, Which all the spearmen gathered to behold Upon its spear-wood litter, stiff and cold. All naked, there the dusky corse was laid Beneath a royal tuad's mourning shade; Upon the breast was placed the carven case That held the symbol of their ancient race,