“Lord! how it all comes back. How still the place is, + 

And he there lying dead⁠ ⁠… only the sound + 

Of a bluebottle buzzing⁠ ⁠… sharpened faces + 

Strained, gaping from the benches all around⁠ ⁠… + 

The dead man hunched and quiet with no wound, + 

And minute after minute terror creeping + 

With dreadful hopes to set the wild heart leaping. + 