Chapter 501 No.501

Then a mourner moveth pale

In a silence full of wail,

Raising not his sunken head

Because he wandered last that way

With that one beneath the clay:

Weeping not, because that one,

The only one who would have said

"Cease to weep, beloved!" has gone

Whence returneth comfort none.

The silence breaketh suddenly,-

"Earth, I