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Failed in him; and, not venturing to inquire
Tidings of one whom he so dearly loved,
Towards the church-yard he had turned aside,—
That, as he knew in what particular spot
His family were laid, he thence might learn
If still his Brother lived, or to the file
Another grave was added.—He had found
Another grave,—near which a full half-hour
He had remained; but, as he gazed, there grew
Such a confusion in his memory,
That he began to doubt; and he had hopes
That he had seen this heap of turf before,—
That it was not another grave, but one
He had forgotten. He had lost his path,
As up the vale that afternoon he walked
Through fields which once had been well known to him:
And oh! what joy the recollection now
Sent to his heart! He lifted up his eyes,
And looking round imagined that he saw
Strange alteration wrought on every side
Among the woods and fields, and that the rocks,
And the eternal hills, themselves were changed.
By this the Priest, who down the field had come
