In what school then sit the dead, Who persuades and conjures them, Torn from earth, distraught, alone, Grafted on what towering stem, To forget, to turn the head, To deny what they have known? By what language are they healed, They who still remember breath? Who has taught them to embrace The neat disloyalty of death, And with powerful hand has sealed Their eyes to the beseeching face? And of you, the one who came Most lately to this unseen state, Must I think of you as well, Content and dazed and separate, Unlistening where I cry your name— Deserter, by what spell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST SAMUEL: AFTER THE SHAMANS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE EVENING OF THE YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND WHITEHAVEN HARBOUR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN MUSIC MYSTERY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |