Of late I viewed her move along,[2] the idol of the crowd;
A few short months elapsed, and then,[12] I kissed her in her shroud!
And o’er her splendid monument I saw the hatchment wave,
But there was one proud heart[5] which did more honor to her grave.
A warrior dropped his plumed head upon her place of rest,
And with his feverish lips the name of Ephilinda pressed;
Then breathed a prayer, and checked the groan of parting pain,
And as he left the tomb he said,[11] “Yet we shall meet again.”
