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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO E.M., by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze
Last Line: Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
First Line: The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze
Last Line: Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The
(In memory of R. B.)
The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze
To terrible golden fury, young and strong
He watched between us with dream-dazzled gaze
Aflame, and burning like a god of song,
As we together stood against the throng
Drawn from the midnight of the city ways.
To-night the world about us is ablaze
And he is dead, is dead.... Yet, young and strong
He watches with us still with deathless gaze
Aflame, and burning like a god of song,
As we together stand against the throng
Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways.
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