"WHERE is Adams?" that was the cry, "Let us question him before he die." Naught around in the night was seen Save the glimmer of lamps, where the crash had been. Right across the six-feet way, One huge hulk, engine and tender lay, While the wailing hiss of the steam took the air, By fits, like the low, dull tone of despair. But still above all, rose that one clear cry— "Speak to Adams before he die." "Here," I said, "turn your lamps on me," And I laid Jim's head upon my knee. "Jim, old mate," I said in his ear, "They will ask you a question—can you hear?" Then I saw through the grime that was on his face, A white hue coming with slow, sure pace; And upon his brow by the light of the lamp, Other dew than the night's lay heavy and damp. "Speak to him—quick!" they bent and said, "Did the distant signal stand at red?" Broken and slow came the words with a moan, "Stood—at—clear," and poor Jim was gone. I turn'd my head away from the light To hide the tears that were blinding my sight, And pray'd from my heart, to God that Jim Might find heaven's signals clear to him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER OUTSIDE THE TOYSHOP by JANE BARLOW THE WORK THAT SAVES by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR DEDICATIONS AND INSCRIPTIONS: 2. EPILOGUE: 5TH OCTOBER 1896 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |