Sits Moodily

A grim old woman, wrapped in a cloak, sits clutching her walking stick, surrounded by crows, with a massive tower rising in the background. The text facing the picture reads:

And, lo! upon the sands hard by
She sits and mutters moodily,
Crouching beneath her pall-like cloak,
Nursing her crutch as she does her hate,
While the carrion crows around her croak,
And wonder how long they have still to wait.