air
Crossing the stream, the kine are seen 10
Round the wall to stray--
The churchyard wall that clips the square
Of open hill-sward fresh and green
Where last year they lay.
But all things now are order'd fair 15
Round the Church of Brou.

On Sundays, at the matin-chime, deg. deg.17
The Alpine peasants, two and three,
Climb up here to pray;
Burghers and dames, at summer's prime, 20
Ride out to church from Chambery, deg. deg.21
Dight deg. with mantles gay. deg.22
But else it is a lonely time
Round the Church of Brou.

On Sundays, too, a priest doth come 25
From the wall'd town beyond the pass,
Down the mountain-way;
And then you hear the organ's hum,
You hear the white-robed priest say mass,
And the people pray. 30
But else the woods and fields are dumb
Round the Church of Brou.

And after church, when mass is done,
The people to the nave repair
Round the tomb to stray; 35
And marvel at the Forms of stone,
And praise the chisell'd broideries deg. rare-- deg.37
Then they drop away.
The princely Pair are left alone
In the Church of Brou. 40

III

THE TOMB

So rest, for ever rest, O princely Pair!
In your high church, 'mid the still mountain-air,
Where horn, and hound, and vassals never come.
Only the blessed Saints are smiling dumb,
From the rich painted windows of the nave, 5
On aisle, and transept, deg. and your marble grave; deg.6
Where thou, young Prince! shalt never more arise
From the fringed mattress where thy Duchess lies,
On autumn-mornings, when the bugle sounds,
And ride across the drawbridge with thy hounds 10
To hunt the boar in the crisp woods till eve;
And thou, O Princess! shalt no more receive,
Thou and thy ladies, in the hall of state,
The jaded hunters with their bloody freight,
Coming benighted to the castle-gate. 15

So sleep, for ever sleep, O marble Pair!
Or, if ye wake, let it be then, when fair
On the carved western front a flood of light
Streams