Analysis of Ballades V - Of His Choice of a Sepulchre

HERE I ’d come when weariest!  
     Here the breast  
Of the Windberg’s tufted over  
Deep with bracken; here his crest  
     Takes the west,
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.  

Silent here are lark and plover;  
     In the cover  
Deep below, the cushat best  
Loves his mate, and croons above  
     O’er their nest,  
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover.  

Bring me here, Life’s tired-out guest,  
     To the blest  
Bed that waits the weary rover,—
Here should failure be confest;  
     Ends my quest,  
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!  

Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,  
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
     Let me rest  
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!