Excerpt from A Heretic: And Other Poems Yes, he was there at the grave, and we Eyed each other with meaning look, Wondering What he had come to see; Yet we pitied him, too, ere long, as he Stood by himself alone, and shook While the earth fell dull on the coffin lid. But why had he come where he was not bid? He might have known he would mar our meeting, Who neither its love nor its grief could share. And how could we give him a word of greeting? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.