YOUR dextrous wit will haunt us long Wounding our grief with yesterday. Your laughter is a broken song; And death has found you, kind and gay. We may forget those transient things That made your charm and our delight: But loyal love has deathless wings That rise and triumph out of night. So, in the days to come, your name Shall be as music that ascends When honour turns a heart from shame... O heart of hearts! ... O friend of friends! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HOUR OF DEATH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM NOT DEAD, BUT GONE BEFORE by ANTIPHANES VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TREES ON THE CALAIS ROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |