We drove through the night to stand in the frigid pre-dawn by the steps of the Capitol.
In the midst of one hundred thousand it was silent, so silent the snap of a camera shutter was intrusive.
They all wore black.
The caisson was draped in black.
The riderless horse was black.
The boots reversed in the stirrups were black.
The drums were shrouded in black,--their muffled cadence broken.
The hearse was black.
The limousines were black.
She wore a long black veil.
There were two little children in blue.
In the midst of one hundred thousand it was silent, so silent the snap of a camera shutter was intrusive.
They all wore black.
The caisson was draped in black.
The riderless horse was black.
The boots reversed in the stirrups were black.
The drums were shrouded in black,--their muffled cadence broken.
The hearse was black.
The limousines were black.
She wore a long black veil.
There were two little children in blue.
