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TO E.M. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON

Poet Analysis

First Line: THE NIGHT WE SAW THE STACKS OF TIMBER BLAZE
Last Line: DRAWN FROM THE BOTTOMLESS MIDNIGHT OF HELL'S WAYS.
Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;

(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.




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