Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ABSENT GUEST, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Go, wreathe his chair with laurel Last Line: He is our absent host. Subject(s): Mcdowell, Edward (1860-1908) | ||||||||
Go, wreathe his chair with laurel, And brim his glass with wine, And let one silent place proclaim The presence we divine. To sorrow for so pure a soul, So warm a heart as he, Makes never discord at a feast Given to Harmony. The dream he dreamed by starlight Is not less fair by sun: That Beauty may to Beauty join Till all the arts be one; That each who serves the Muses, And weaves the magic thrall With words, or sounds, or speechless earth, May brother be to all. On this wide hearth he lighted A new-inspiring flame, Whose torch to kindling torch for aye Shall whisper of his fame. Join hands for that Ideal He loved and worshiped most... Our absent guest, I said? . . . Ah, no! He is our absent host. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON ILLUSIONS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A CHOPIN FANTASY (ON REMEMBRANCE OF A PRELUDE) by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A DARK DAY by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A LOVER'S ANSWER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A MEMORY OF BRITTANY by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A MESSAGE BACK TO YOUTH by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON A PRAYER IN THE DARK by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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