12 by Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton Then priests to sendPilgrims to deck her tomb made haste. They cameBare-footed, chanting hymns unto her name,And made a noise of praise above her bones,Which waked her spirit in the grave.Translation: Language: EnglishTags: Short PoemsRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments