Some rank from the brazen throats of unnumbered clarions.

Some pealed with a loud, sweet chant of voices that were more than human; and some rolled along in the slow thunder of a million drums.

They passed; their notes were lost in dying echoes; and the silence once more pressed in upon me and overcame me.
The strength within me began to fail.

I felt my life ebbing at its springs.

Death drew near to me and his shape was _Silence_.