A grim-looking female figure wrapped in a cloak sits surrounded by crows with a tall and massive tower 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.