Where the cemery sloped away to the banks of the Schuykill there was an overgrown path of family tombs. Resting on a broken stone pillar was a gowned ivy-shrouded limestone angel.
The land fell steeply away to wooded hills. I can still recall a single tombsone that stood mutely alone

Thomas Wallis Evans
Born Feb 9, 1848
At Wilkesbarre
Died At Germantown
May 26, 1897

Across the flowing waters of the Schuylkill was a city of long disused stone mills and church spires that I visited on days away from Hennesey's market. I went there.

On a steeper hill I stopped and looked back across the river to the cemetery. A bird circled on the whiteness of an obelisk peak. I thought of Eileen of her graygreen eyes and the softness of her cheek.

Then a clergyman past by on the sidwalk all silence and reserve, hands clasped. I ventured to the river.