LAST Post sounded Across the mead To where he loitered With absent heed. Five years before In the evening there Had flown that call To him and his Dear. "You'll never come back; Good-bye!" she had said; "Here I'll be living, And my Love dead!" Those closing minims Had been as shafts darting Through him and her pressed In that last parting; They thrilled him not now, In the selfsame place With the selfsame sun On his war-seamed face. "Lurks a god's laughter In this?" he said, "That I am the living And she the dead!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND SHERIDAN'S RIDE [DECEMBER 19, 1864] by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER YARROW VISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A WINTER LANDSCAPE by MATHILDE BLIND A FLOWER IN A LETTER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |