But when they had gone past him every one, With new resolve begotten of his dream, Adrian arose and followed where the stone Yawned for his love, and there unseen by them In the dark chauntry he beheld them lay Her body in the grave with his own heart. A bitter jest it seemed to him that they Should all stand near and only he apart, And through his soul a wind of anger swept When any in the sad crowd chanced to be Betwixt him and the woman he so wept, And oftentimes he cursed them bitterly That hands not his should touch her in the tomb, Waiting till night and his revenge should come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND CIRCUS AT NIGHT by MADELEINE AARON TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE POOR MAN'S PIG by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH ARTHUR MERVYN; A TALE OF SOCIAL GRIEVANCES: THE PASSING OF ARTHUR by SAMUEL CARTER |