"IF I die first," my old chum paused to say, "Mind! not a whimper of regret: -- instead, Laugh and be glad, as I shall. -- Being dead, I shall not lodge so very far away But that our mirth shall mingle. -- So, the day The word comes, joy with me." "I'll try," I said, Though, even speaking, sighed and shook my head And turned, with misted eyes. His roundelay Rang gaily on the stair; and then the door Opened and -- closed. . . . Yet something of the clear, Hale hope, and force of whole-some faith he had Abided with me -- strengthened more and more. -- Then -- then they brought his broken body here: And I laughed -- whisperingly -- and we were glad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE OF RORY O'MORE; 1642 by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER LOVE DISSEMBLED, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THEY CALL IT BUSINESS by CHARLES G. ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE TEMPORALL SUCCESS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |