THE DEAD MAN
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Do images of wife or child
Round these unseeing eyes still hover?
Still heart, comes there no stirring wild,
No cry for her might be thy lover?
Round these unseeing eyes still hover?
Still heart, comes there no stirring wild,
No cry for her might be thy lover?
Nay, silence alone doth clothe thy clay,
Thy mien is big with only mystery;
No hieroglyphics here to say
Where was thy home, and what thy history.
Thy mien is big with only mystery;
No hieroglyphics here to say
Where was thy home, and what thy history.
A chilly wind stirs in the grass;
There comes the night-jar's shrilling cry;
I see no recognition pass
Into thy once beholding eye.
There comes the night-jar's shrilling cry;
I see no recognition pass
Into thy once beholding eye.
Comes the grim converse of a gun,
But brings thee neither fear nor frown;
Thou for thyself a Peace hast won,
The bundle of thy life laid down.
But brings thee neither fear nor frown;
Thou for thyself a Peace hast won,
The bundle of thy life laid down.
Into its cell thy clay we thrust,
And turn, and find we have no tears:
Deep be thy sleep, O once dear dust,
Through the intolerable years!
And turn, and find we have no tears:
Deep be thy sleep, O once dear dust,
Through the intolerable years!
