Half-Chorus 1.
Or hearest thou mourning or sighing
Or beating of hands,
Or the wail of bereaved ones outcrying?
No handmaid stands
At the palace-gate. 90
O Healer, appear for the dying, appear as a bright bird flying
'Twixt the surges of fate!
Half-Chorus 2.
Ah, they would not be hushed, had the life of her flown!
Half-Chorus 1.
Not forth of the doors is the death-train gone.
Half-Chorus 2.
Whence cometh thine hope, which I boast not mine own? 95
Half-Chorus 1.
Would the King without pomp of procession have yielded the Grave the possession
Of so dear, of so faithful an one?
Half-Chorus 2.
Nor the cup in the gateway appeareth,
From the spring that they bear
To the gate that pollution feareth, 100
Nor the severed hair
In the porch for the dead,
