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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GRAVE OF STEPHEN CRANE, by JOSEPH FULFORD FOLSOM
First Line: What does it matter now? November's sere
Last Line: Still keep the field before the twilight fade.
Subject(s): Crane, Stephen (1871-1900); Graves; Tombs; Tombstones
First Line: What does it matter now? November's sere
Last Line: Still keep the field before the twilight fade.
Subject(s): Crane, Stephen (1871-1900); Graves; Tombs; Tombstones
What does it matter now? November's sere
Rests on his grave, and the sad leaves, shook down,
Hither and thither by the winds are blown,
And whisper low the dirge, "He is not here."
The distant towered city was his sphere,
Where his ambition struggled for renown,
Scarce won before his restless soul is flown
Out of the real to ghostly atmosphere.
What matters now -- a stone in Evergreen,
Some scattered books his generation read,
And reminiscences of light and shade? --
And yet -- this matters; in it all is seen
The image of ourselves, who in his stead
Still keep the field before the twilight fade.
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