With Richard Watson Gilder I begin For he was first of those I came to know As friend amid the eld Centurions. His eyes like coals of fire e'er burned Beneath his shaggy brow yet unconsumed. His thought was like the needle's quavering That always found at last the compassed Pole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MANHATTAN, 1609 by EDWIN MARKHAM ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU MACDONALD'S RAID - A.D. 1780 by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SAN GABRIEL by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN |