Then from the copse beyond the orchard there sounds the mournful threnody of the owl.

Oh, come with saddest, weirdest melody, Join earth and sky in one sweet threnody!" Ten thousand times ten thousand now in line, In all the panoplies of gods divine; A million crowns are shining in the light, A million sceptres, robes of purest white!

It will be a just judgment on you; and small will be to you the consolation should some poetical friend pen an epigrammatical threnody to your memory, telling in "In Memoriam" stanzas how you "went up like a thousand of bricks.