DEAD, my lords and gentlemen! -- Stilled the tongue, and stayed the pen; Cheek unflushed and eye unlit -- Done with life, and glad of it. Curb your praises now as then: Dead, my lords and gentlemen. -- What he wrought found its reward In the tolerance of the Lord. Ye who fain had barred his path, Dread ye now this look he hath? -- Dead, my lords and gentlemen -- Dare ye not smile back again? Low he lies, yet high and great Looms he, lying thus in state. -- How exalted o'er ye when Dead, my lords and gentlemen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR DECORATION DAY: 1898-1899 by RUPERT HUGHES FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS |