pale-gazing

Updated: June 22, 2025

These shalt thou see, dim shadowed through the dark, Which makes the sky of Pluto's dreary shore; Lo! where thou stand'st, pale-gazing on the bark, That waits our rite to bear thee trembling o'er! Come, then! no more delay! the phantom pines Amidst the Unburied for its latest home; O'er the grey sky the torch impatient shines Come, mourner, forth! the lost one bids thee come.

Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton - Last Days of Pompeii