I I HAVE lived with Shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft I went mankind among, That sometimes they In their dim style Will pause awhile To hear my say; II And take me by the hand, And lead me through their rooms In the To-be, where Dooms Half-wove and shapeless stand: And show from there The dwindled dust And rot and rust Of things that were. III 'Now turn,' they said to me One day: 'Look whence we came, And signify his name Who gazes thence at thee.' - - 'Nor name nor race Know I, or can,' I said, 'Of man So commonplace. IV 'He moves me not at all; I note no ray or jot Of rareness in his lot, Or star exceptional. Into the dim Dead throngs around He'll sink, nor sound Be left of him.' V 'Yet,' said they, 'his frail speech, Hath accents pitched like thine - Thy mould and his define A likeness each to each - But go! Deep pain Alas, would be His name to thee, And told in vain!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY NIGHTFALL by FLORENCE ASHLEY BELLER NIGHT-WIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WILLIE CHALMERS by ROBERT BURNS NATURE FAKIRS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |