Access Online - The European Library

234ARIADNE.dull slow sound of the rolling wheels of theprinces and the tramp of the feet of the poor, andthe sighing moanof the chants as they rose andfell, thatInever remembered that the funeralmust pass onits road by the tower which stoodnear to the Gateway of Honorius.AAdienIremembered, the torches were alreadyburning on the wind under the very walls:Iscreamed aloud, but who should have heard, orhearing would have heeded ?Ilooked up: her casements were aU open:she was awake in the lovely summer night thatwas near onits twelfth hour.The people rolled on like the heavy waves of asea, and the flare, as of fire, illumined the silentsolitary way:Iwas borne on with the throngsonward and onward to the field of tombs.There the earth yawned and the grave tookhim.Iknow not how long atime had gone when themultitudes passed backward to the city,leavinghim there alone.The torches were burninglow; old men wereweeping hke little children, the children in their