Vii

"When, on my left, along the crumbling wall, Sharp-graved against the pallid afterglow, I saw a funeral train, with sweeping pall, And mournful bearers in a double row. I rubbed my eyes, I looked again, and lo! No human forms composed that funeral train!" (The black cat's eyes of gold-stone glitter so! He rises from the spot where he hath lain And listens well, as one who does not list in vain.)