HE died at night. Next day they came To weep and praise him: sudden fame These suddenly warm comrades gave. They called him pure, they called him brave; One praised his heart, and one his brain; All said, You'd seek his like in vain, -- Gentle, and strong, and good: none saw In all his character a flaw. At noon he wakened from his trance, Mended, was well! They looked askance; Took his hand coldly; loved him not, Though they had wept him; quite forgot His virtues; lent an easy ear To slanderous tongues; professed a fear He was not what he seemed to be; Thanked God they were not such as he; Gave to his hunger stones for bread; And made him, living, wish him dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 4. MANHOOD by BERTON BRALEY THE LORDS' MASQUE: THE SONG by THOMAS CAMPION ON THE SIGHT OF A GENTLEWOMAN'S FACE IN THE WATER by THOMAS CAREW |