Go, wreathe his chair with laurel, And brim his glass with wine, And let one silent place proclaim The presence we divine. To sorrow for so pure a soul, So warm a heart as he, Makes never discord at a feast Given to Harmony. The dream he dreamed by starlight Is not less fair by sun: That Beauty may to Beauty join Till all the arts be one; That each who serves the Muses, And weaves the magic thrall With words, or sounds, or speechless earth, May brother be to all. On this wide hearth he lighted A new-inspiring flame, Whose torch to kindling torch for aye Shall whisper of his fame. Join hands for that Ideal He loved and worshiped most... Our absent guest, I said? . . . Ah, no! He is our absent host. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN THE VOYAGE TO VINLAND: 3. GUDRIDA'S PROPHECY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE IN A ROSE GARDEN by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) THUS FAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |