We found him and we lost. The glorious BRASH Fell as the cedar on the mountain side When the resounding thunders far and wide Redoubling grumble, and the instant flash Divides the night a moment and is gone; He fell not unremembered nor unwept; And the dim shop where that great hero slept Is sacred still. We, steering past the @3Tron@1 And past the @3College@1 southward, and thy square @3Fitz-Symon!@1 reach at last that holier clime, And do with tears behold that pot-house, where BRASH the divine once ministered in drink, Where BRASH, the @3Beershop Hornet@1, bowed by time, In futile anger grinned across the zinc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS THE FIRE OF DRIFTWOOD; DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SUPER FLUMINA BABYLONIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ON MICHAEL ANGELO by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE FASHIONS, 1806 by LEWIS BEACH |