Poems (Denver)/His Name has Gone Down
HIS NAME HAS GONE DOWN.
His name has gone clown to the dead abyss
Where infamy hides her head;
Ah! who could have dreamed that an end like this,
Would shadow his dying bed?
Where infamy hides her head;
Ah! who could have dreamed that an end like this,
Would shadow his dying bed?
From the silent depths of a midnight sky
When the thunder-storm was o'er,
He flashed like a meteor before the eye,
And passed, to be seen no more.
When the thunder-storm was o'er,
He flashed like a meteor before the eye,
And passed, to be seen no more.