AT sad slow pace across the vale There rode a horseman brave: Ah! travel I now to my mistress's arms, "Or but to the darksome grave?" The echo answer gave: "The darksome grave!" And farther rode the horseman on, With sighs his thoughts express'd: "If I thus early must go to my grave, "Yet in the grave is rest." The answering voice confess'd: "The grave is rest!" Adown the horseman's furrow'd cheek A tear fell on his breast: "If rest I can only find in the grave, "For me the grave is best." The hollow voice confess'd: "The grave is best!" |