BY a lone wall a lonelier column rears A gray and grief-worn aspect of old days; 'T is the last remnant of the wreck of years, And looks as with the wild bewildered gaze Of one to stone converted by amaze, Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands Making a marvel that it not decays, When the coeval pride of human hands, Levelled Aventicum, hath strewed her subject lands. And there -- O, sweet and sacred be the name! -- Julia -- the daughter, the devoted -- gave Her youth to heaven; her heart, beneath a claim Nearest to heaven's, broke o'er a father's grave. Justice is sworn 'gainst tears, and hers would crave The life she lived in; but the judge was just, And then she died on him she could not save. Their tomb was simple, and without a bust, And held within their urn one mind, one heart, one dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE YOUTH AND CUPID by ELIZABETH I BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE STORY OF ZERBIN AND ISABELLA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |