Last Lines of Edmund Clarence Stedman
Above the Isles of Shoals.And heart forlorn.And leave my love to Life and me!And Life be laggard yet!And the silver poplar rustled as we kissed within its shade.Are deaf, are dumb, are blind!Around thee now, and lure thee to repose.Greatness for a race undaunted.It was Death.Long slumbered well.My brother-monarchs of the air.Nor whisper love again!Of all fair lands on earth.Of that one year, -- the year I met with Rose!Of thy brave voice forecasts our poet's song!Proclaim 't is Christmas-Day.Still be thou kind, for still thou wast most dear.The guests are gathered now.The lordly, beautiful Kaaterskills.The Parmese master's glory break!The thought that bade a race be free!Too tender for despair.Until the hand that drew thee shall return!Who said there still was rest beyond our dreams.