They said; Without her, life is bitterness.' Now came the funeral-day; the simple folk Of all that pastoral region gathered round 'Lay her away to rest within the ground. Yea, lay her down whose pure and innocent life Was spotless as these snows; for she was reared In love, and passed in love life's pleasant spring, And all that now our tenderest love can do Is to give burial to her lifeless limbs.' They paused. A thousand slender voices round, 309 By fond hands planted where the maiden slept. But, after Eva's burial, never more For a decree went forth to cut them off, 340 |