<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472568" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Look</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">W. W. SWAIN</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEHOLD--not him we knew!<br>This was the prison which his soul looked through,<br>Tender, and brave, and true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His voice no more is heard;<br>And his dead name--that dear familiar word--<br>Lies on our lips unstirred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spake with poet's tongue;<br>Living, for him the minstrel's lyre was strung:<br>He shall not die unsung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief tried his love, and pain;<br>And the long bondage of his martyr-chain<br>Vexed his sweet soul,--in vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It felt life's surges break,<br>As, girt with stormy seas, his island lake,<br>Smiling while tempests wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can we sorrow more?<br>Grieve not for him whose heart had gone before<br>To that untrodden shore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, through its leafy screen,<br>A gleam of sunlight on a ring of green,<br>Untrodden, half unseen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here let his body rest,<br>Where the calm shadows that his soul loved best<br>May slide above his breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smooth his uncurtained bed;<br>And if some natural tears are softly shed,<br>It is not for the dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fold the green turf aright<br>For the long hours before the morning's light,<br>And say the last Good Night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And plant a clear white stone<br>Close by those mounds which hold his loved, his own,--<br>Lonely, but not alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here let him sleeping lie,<br>Till Heaven's bright watchers slumber in the sky<br>And Death himself shall die!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472568" data-title="The Last Look de Oliver Wendell Holmes" data-description="W. W. SWAIN BEHOLD--not him we knew! This was the prison which his soul looked through, Tender, and brave, and true. His voice no more is heard; And his dead name--that dear familiar word-- Lies on our lips unstirred. He spake with poet's tongu..."></div> </div> </div>

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