VI.

Then a mourner moveth pale In a silence full of wail, Raising not his sunken head Because he wandered last that way With that one beneath the clay: Weeping not, because that one, The only one who would have said "Cease to weep, beloved!" has gone Whence returneth comfort none. The silence breaketh suddenly,-- "Earth, I praise thee!" crieth he, "Thou hast a grave for also _me_."