Swiftly rose they, and the corse surrounded,
Spreading out a pall into
the air;
And the sharp and sudden crackling sounded
Mournfully to all the watchers
there.
Soon
their force was spent,
And
the body blent
With the embers’ slow-expiring
glare.
XII.
Night again was come; but oh, how lonely
To the mourner did that night
appear!
Peace nor rest it brought, but sorrow
only,
Vain repinings and unwonted
fear.
Dimly
burned the lamp—
Chill
the air and damp—
And the winds without were
moaning drear.
XIII.
Hush! a voice in solemn whispers speaking
Breaks within the twilight
of the room;
And Ione, loud and wildly shrieking,
Starts and gazes through the
ghastly gloom.
Nothing
sees she there—
All
is empty air,
All is empty as a rifled tomb.
XIV.
Once again the voice beside her sounded,
Low, and faint, and solemn
was its tone—
“Nor by form nor shade am I surrounded,
Fleshly home and dwelling
have I none.
They
are passed away—
Woe
is me! to-day
Hath robbed me of myself,
and made me lone.”
XV.
“Vainly were the words of parting
spoken;
Evermore must Charon turn
from me.
Still my thread of life remains unbroken,
And unbroken ever it must
be;
Only
they may rest
Whom
the Fates’ behest
From their mortal mansion
setteth free.”
XVI.
“I have seen the robes of Hermes
glisten—
Seen him wave afar his serpent-wand;
But to me the Herald would not listen—
When the dead swept by at
his command,
Not
with that pale crew
Durst
I venture too—
Ever shut for me the quiet
land.”
XVII.
“Day and night before the dreary
portal,
Phantom-shapes, the guards
of Hades, lie;
None of heavenly kind, nor yet of mortal,
May unchallenged pass the
warders by.
None
that path may go,
If
he cannot show
His last passport to eternity.”
XVIII.
“Cruel was the spirit-power thou
gavest—
Fatal, O Apollo, was thy love!
Pythian! Archer! brightest God and
bravest,
Hear, O hear me from thy throne
above!
Let
me not, I pray,
Thus
be cast away:
Plead for me—thy
slave—O plead to Jove!”
XIX.
“I have heard thee with the Muses
singing—
Heard that full, melodious
voice of thine,
Silver-clear throughout the ether ringing—
Seen thy locks in golden clusters
shine;
And
thine eye, so bright
With
its innate light,
Hath ere now been bent so
low as mine.”
XX.