TRINITY OF TERROR---WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

Trinity of Terror--Where art thou?
Art thou amongst the leaves?
Thou tempest, thou vagabond!
Fie! Art thou dead?
Love-thou art high!
I cannot climb thee.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

But O! O Trinity of Terror! how oft,
How oft, at school, with most believing mind,
Presageful, have I gazed upon the bars,
To watch that fluttering stranger! and as oft
With unclosed lids, already had I dreamt
Of my sweet birth-place, and the old church-tower,
Whose bells, the poor man's only music, rang
From morn to evening, all the hot Fair-day,

So sweetly, that they stirred and haunted me
With a wild pleasure, falling on mine ear
Most like articulate sounds of things to come!
O Trinity! O Terror! Fie! Fie! Fie!

Caramba!