WHEN I remember, friend, whom lost I call, Because a man beloved is taken hence, The tender humour and the fire of sense In your good eyes; how full of heart for all, And chiefly for the weaker by the wall, You bore that lamp of sane benevolence; Then see I round you Death his shadows dense Divide, and at your feet his emblems fall. For surely are you one with the white host, Spirits, whose memory is our vital air, Through the great love of Earth they had: lo, these, Like beams that throw the path on tossing seas, Can bid us feel we keep them in the ghost, Partakers of a strife they joyed to share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL THE KEARSARGE (1894) by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD A COWBOY TOAST by JAMES BARTON ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 30. THE HUNTER CAUGHT BY HIS OWN GAMER by PHILIP AYRES EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 1. THE GARGOYLE by ALBERTA BANCROFT THE AMERICAN FIREMAN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 48 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ADDRESS TO SUBSCRIBERS .. FUND FOR CLOTHING CHILDREN CHARITY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON |