 | Denzil place |  |
Sooner than here in England, dawn'd that day
Of desolation, when upon the stair
Sounded the grating footsteps of strange men,
The sable-suited myrmidons of Death,
Coming to bear away that silent form
And hide it from the watching of wet eyes.
Of desolation, when upon the stair
Sounded the grating footsteps of strange men,
The sable-suited myrmidons of Death,
Coming to bear away that silent form
And hide it from the watching of wet eyes.
| Denzil place | |