Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EDWIN BUCKINGHAM, by CHARLES SPRAGUE Poet's Biography First Line: Spare him one little week, almighty power Last Line: And scatter fragrance round his ocean-tomb. Subject(s): Death; Dead, The | ||||||||
SPARE him one little week, Almighty Power! Yield to his father's house his dying hour; Once more, once more let them, who held him dear, But see his face, his faltering voice but hear; We know, alas! that he is marked for death, But let his mother watch his parting breath; O, let him die at home! It could not be! At midnight, on a dark and stormy sea, Far from his kindred and his native land, His pangs unsoothed by tender woman's hand, The patient victim in his cabin lay, And meekly breathed his blameless life away. "Wrapped in the raiment that it long must wear, His body to the deck they slowly bear; How eloquent, how awful in its power, The silent lecture of death's sabbath-hour! One voice that silence breaks the prayer is said, And the last rite man pays to man is paid; The plashing waters mark his resting-place, And fold him round in one long, cold embrace; Bright bubbles for a moment sparkle o'er, Then break, to be, like him, beheld no more; Down, countless fathoms down, he sinks to sleep, With all the nameless shapes that haunt the deep." Rest, Loved One, rest beneath the billow's swell, Where tongue ne'er spoke, where sunlight never fell; Rest till the God who gave thee to the deep Rouse thee, triumphant, from the long, long sleep. And You, whose hearts are bleeding, who deplore That ye must see the wanderer's face no more, Weep he was worthy of the purest grief; Weep in such sorrow ye shall find relief; While o'er his doom the bitter tear ye shed, Memory shall trace the virtues of the dead; These cannot die for you, for him, they bloom, And scatter fragrance round his ocean-tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE CENTENNIAL ODE by CHARLES SPRAGUE CHARLES JAMES; ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH by CHARLES SPRAGUE |
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