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...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK HYMN TO THE NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |