XIX.

Dire was the change in all his face, when heard This fatal news he ne’er before had learned. He gasped with horror--nor could e’en a word Put forth--his jawbone fell--as pale he turned As monumental marble, for inurned His hopes lay in her tomb. Upon his face Grief stamped a fearful image. He sojourned But for an instant more--“’Tis lilies grace “Her grave?” he said--they nod--he roelike fled the place!