Above the fruit store down on Biddle street, Where he found humble solace and a rest From that unwritten law whose final test Predestined him for vengeance's winding sheet -- In that now empty chamber, just the sweet Faint scent of flowers where each parting guest Gave springtime's tribute to the dispossessed, A memory and fragrance of defeat! As guardians at that dark door where came The cortege, tapers with their glow half-spent On shadow fade and finger with a flame. And down the dim worn stairway, trampled, bent, Crushed petals, with their blood upon his name -- The devastation of the last descent! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON YOU ON THE TOWER by THOMAS HARDY TO THE SOLITUDE OF FONTENAY by GUILLAUME AMFRYE BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON MONICA'S LAST PRAYER by MATTHEW ARNOLD |