NOW as sinks the New Year's sun, Fadeless Day for him is won! Closed his eyes in dreamless rest; Crossed his hands upon his breast; Still the tireless, bounding feet Done with garden, stair, and street, Hushed the voice that used to ring Clear as robin's note in spring; There he lies, so calm, so fair, All that's left of Stanley Ware! 'O Mamma! 'tis travelers three Baby, Mary, I will be!' — So he said but yester-night, Listening with a boy's delight To some tale of over sea. Now the parting winds blow free! Now his bark is launched from shore, All its sails set, to explore Tranquil oceans, islands rare, As God pilots — Stanley Ware! Would we call him back to earth? Back from his immortal birth? Wish the bark those tides have swung Tossed our gulfs and shoals among? Let our tempests beat the sails Spread to heaven's ambrosial gales? Nay, sweet Voyager! for thee Glorious shines the crystal sea! Farthest deeps thy prow may dare, Angel-convoyed, — Stanley Ware! Darling! when the sun and rain Make our cold earth bright again, Violet, rose, anemone, Loveliest blooms will symbol thee; Song of birds in forest shrine Bring us still some tone of thine. And at last will dawn the day When we, too, shall launch away; — O what bliss with thee to share Hours celestial — Stanley Ware! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GIRL'S THOUGHTS by ISAAC ROSENBERG LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE LOVE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |