But, when the church was hushed in the night wind, And all were gone who might his zeal disclaim, Or hinder the firm purpose of his mind, A silent man among the tombs he came, Stooping to listen if so be some sound Of living thing with speech or power to breathe Should issuant be from the dark underground,— And last to hers. There on that home of death He kneeled him down and called aloud to her, "Natalia, O Natalia, my beloved, Am I not here thy soul's petitioner Whom thou so lovedst?" And around him moved The phantoms of the night. And the wind's sigh Answered his prayer, "Beloved, it is I." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: IN OBITUM M.S. XO MAIJ, 1614 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A HINT FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE THIRD SATIRE OF JUVENAL by PHILIP AYRES |