OH, quick to feel the lightest touch Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness of youth, The courage of the gentle heart, The wisdom of the pure, The strength of finely tempered souls To labour and endure! The blue of springtime in your eyes Was never quenched by pain; And winter brought your head the crown Of snow without a stain. The poet's mind, the prince's heart, You kept until the end, Nor ever faltered in your work, Nor ever failed a friend. You followed, through the quest of life, The light that shines above The tumult and the toil of men, And shows us what to love. Right loyal to the best you knew, Reality or dream, You ran the race, you fought the fight, A follower of the Gleam. We lay upon your folded hands The wreath of asphodel; We speak above your peaceful face The tender word @3Farewell!@1 For well you fare, in God's good care, Somewhere within the blue, And know, to-day, your dearest dreams Are true, -- and true, -- and true! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT OLD WOMAN FAIRY by MARY BRODINE ADVICE GRATIS TO CERTAIN WOMEN, BY A WOMAN by PHOEBE CARY TO THE LAND OF SLEEP by JESSIE JANE HUSSEY CASKEY |