 | The Ingoldsby Legends |  |
—That ray, methinks, that rests so sheen
Upon each briar-bound hillock green,
So calm, so tranquil, so serene,
Gives us to the eye a fairer scene,—
Speaks to the heart with holier breath
Than all this pageantry of Death.—
Upon each briar-bound hillock green,
So calm, so tranquil, so serene,
Gives us to the eye a fairer scene,—
Speaks to the heart with holier breath
Than all this pageantry of Death.—
| The Ingoldsby Legends | |