(In memory of R. B.) The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze To terrible golden fury, young and strong He watched between us with dream-dazzled gaze Aflame, and burning like a god of song, As we together stood against the throng Drawn from the midnight of the city ways. To-night the world about us is ablaze And he is dead, is dead.... Yet, young and strong He watches with us still with deathless gaze Aflame, and burning like a god of song, As we together stand against the throng Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SIX O'CLOCK by TRUMBULL STICKNEY A CROWNED POET by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE LORELEI by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL |