Classic Poem

Beneath Fidena's Minster
A stranger made her grave.
She had longed in death to slumber
Where trees might o'er her wave.

An exile from her country
She died on mountain ground,
The Flower of Senegambia
A northern tomb has found.

Why did he cease to cherish
His Harriet when she fell?
Why did he let her perish
Who had loved him all too well?

She called on Alexander
As she sickened, as she died,
When fever made her wander
For him alone she cried.

But Percy would not listen,
Would not hear when Harriet wailed.
Where Europe's ice-bergs glisten,
Far, far away he sailed.

But memory shall discover
Her woes some future time.
Ere long that haughty Rover
Shall darkly mourn his crime.