To begin the poem, her teacher displays his appreciation for her which later leads to the mournful pain he feels by the end of the poem. “If only I could nudge you from this sleep/Over this damp grave I speak the words of my love: I, with no rights in this matter, neither father nor lover” (18-22). While mourning the death of jane amongst her grave of dirt and nature; the very interest that connected Jane’s teacher and his admiration and appreciation for her, he confesses he does not deserve to feel the way he does for her. He does not deserve to appreciate her purity and beauty as any lover or father figure ever