Requiem First, XXX

“O let short-breathing space be given,” The way-worn stranger cried: “Three moons have scarcely waned in heaven, “Since Baldred, in Loretto’s shrine, “Was kneeling at my side. “Before the virgin and her son, “Where silver lamps for ever shine, “He drank the Eucharistal wine, “And said—‘My earthly task is done!’ “I turn’d to bid the old man hail— “And saw his face was waxing pale “As monumental bust— “I turn’d; but, lo! the priest was gone, “And I fell humbled in the dust!”