Sped is our Titan? Nay, defer The thought of death for such a man! I know he plays at grandfather As in the old days with Georges and Jeanne . I know the bowed and glorious head To-day is silvern in the sun : Some witty word is being said, Some trancing tale is being spun. Mark the*young faces round his chair, Hark, eager voices echoing! He is so dear and debonnaire, Of gray-beards let us crown him king! Ah me, defer it as we may, Defer Death's terror as we will, Our Victor cannot win to-day - Death is your only conqueror still. And now tired eyelids droop in sleep, And the familiar days are sped, We weep not our old friend; we weep In a great darkness the great dead. And we forget the children's ways, The laughing boast, the daily tryst, For he doth pass through heaven's full blaze With Alighieri unto Christ | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A BURYING GROUND by SARA TEASDALE ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK AFTER MUSIC by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE HIGH TIDE AT GETTYSBURG [JULY 3, 1863] by WILL HENRY THOMPSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 18. AL-RAZZAK by EDWIN ARNOLD FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A LOFTY MIND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |