LAST Post sounded Across the mead To where he loitered With absent heed. Five years before In the evening there Had flown that call To him and his Dear. "You'll never come back; Good-bye!" she had said; "Here I'll be living, And my Love dead!" Those closing minims Had been as shafts darting Through him and her pressed In that last parting; They thrilled him not now, In the selfsame place With the selfsame sun On his war-seamed face. "Lurks a god's laughter In this?" he said, "That I am the living And she the dead!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAREWELL TO NANCY by ROBERT BURNS THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY SOMETIMES WITH ONE I LOVE by WALT WHITMAN |