Monody

MONODY

* To have known him, to have loved him

* After loneness long;

* And then to be estranged in life,

* And neither in the wrong;

* And now for death to set his seal—

* Ease me, a little ease, my song!

* By wintry hills his hermit-mound

* The sheeted snow-drifts drape,

* And houseless there the snow-bird flits

* Beneath the fir-trees’ crape:

* Glazed now with ice the cloistral vine

* That hid the shyest grape.

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