sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited; Ending my vigil strange with that- vigil of night and battle-field dim; Vigil for boy of responding kisses (never again on earth responding ;) Vigil for comrade swiftly slain-vigil I never forget, how as day brighten'd, I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket, And buried him where he fell. Walt Whitman KNOWN AND UNKNOWN FROM In Memoriam DEAR far off,woe and weal EAR friend, far off, my lost desire, O loved the most, when most I feel There is a lower and a higher; Known and unknown, human, divine; Sweet human hand and lips and eye; Dear heavenly friend that canst not die, Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine! Strange friend, past, present, and to be, Thy voice is on the rolling air; i hear thee where the waters run; And in the setting thou art fair. What art thou then? I cannot guess; To feel thee some diffusive power, My love involves the love before; My love is vaster passion now; Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more. Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I have thee still, and I rejoice; Alfred, Lord Tennyson. WAITING ERENE, I fold my hands and wait, SE Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea; I stay my haste, I make delays, And what is mine shall know my face. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me; What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; The waters know their own and draw The stars come nightly to the sky; Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own away from me. John Burroughs Give me solitude-give me Nature-give me again, O Nature, your primal sanities. So did Guy betimes discover Whitman In strange junctures, felt, with awe The rules to men made evident Not firmer based than they. Emerson Emerson |