Felicia Hemans,
Poems of Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir…
(1825)
“ Floated and died. Proud mourners there, yet pale, Wore man's mute anguish sternly; but of One, Oh! who shall speak?—what words his brow unveil?— A father following to the grave his son!— That is no grief to picture! Sad and slow, Through the wood-shadows moved the knightly train, With youth's fair form upon the bier laid low,— Fair even when found, amidst the bloody slain, Stretched by a broken lance. They reached the lone Baronial chapel, where the forest-gloom Fell heaviest, for the massy boughs had grown Into high archways, as to vault the tomb. ”
