Classic Poem

A dark scarlet robe covered the body,
As he lay near a monastery cellar door.
Holy spirit of death swayed o'er him,
A plaintive seen skull, features sunk,
That frightens the life in the witness —
The gauzy jet black veil. In the grey, shadowed
Doorlight the extinguished form lay in dignity
Against the wall; and the low and high corners
In shadows were ghastly, adhered around the pillars
Of iron, placid skeleton thrown to the cold sand
Bottom, forgotten and unrecognizable where he lay
At midnight; strange — we often share the unexplained wonder.