BROOKS, for they call'd you so that knew you best, Old Brooks, who loved so well to mouth my rhymes, How oft we two have heard Saint Mary's chimes! How oft the Cantab supper, host and guest, Would echo helpless laughter to your jest! How oft with him we paced that walk of limes, Him, the lost light of those dawn-golden times, Who loved you well! Now both are gone to rest. You man of humorous-melancholy mark, Dead of some inward agony -- is it so? Our kindlier, trustier Jaques, past away! I cannot laud this life, it looks so dark. (Greek words) -- dream of a shadow, go -- God bless you! I shall join you in a day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN JANUARY by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ALEXANDER CRUMMELL - DEAD by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BLESSED DAMOZEL by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD AFTER SOUFRIERE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE MODERN SAINT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MIDNIGHT MASS; AN INCIDENT OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by ADA CAMBRIDGE |