Christina Rossetti - The Plague lyrics

Listen, the last stroke of d**h's noon has struck— The plague is come," a gnashing Madman said, And laid him down straightway upon his bed. His writhed hands did at the linen pluck ; Then all is over. With a careless chuck Among his fellows he is cast. How sped His spirit matters little : many dead Make men hard-hearted. — '' Place him on the truck. Go forth into the burial-ground and find Room at so much a pitful for so many. One thing is to be done ; one thing is clear : Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind, That it infect not thee." Say, is there any Avho mourneth for the multitude dead here ?