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...YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE A MAY NIGHT by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE QUATORZAINS: 6. A FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LINES SUGGESTED BY A LATE OCCURRENCE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: GOING BACK AGAIN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |