POSTHUMOUS POEMS
Hail, for whose love the wings of time were furled,
And death that heard it died of deadlier shame.
And death that heard it died of deadlier shame.
Our father and lord of all the sons of song,
Hugo, supreme on earth, had risen above
Earth, as the sun soars noonward: grief and wrong
Had yielded up their part in him to love;
And one man's word came forth upon the throng
Brief as the brooding music of the dove.
Hugo, supreme on earth, had risen above
Earth, as the sun soars noonward: grief and wrong
Had yielded up their part in him to love;
And one man's word came forth upon the throng
Brief as the brooding music of the dove.
And he now too, the praiser as the praised,
Being silent, speaks forever. He, whose word
Reverberate made the gloom whereon he gazed
Radiant with sound whose song in his we heard,
Stands far from us as they whose souls he raised
Again, and darkness carolled like a bird.
Being silent, speaks forever. He, whose word
Reverberate made the gloom whereon he gazed
Radiant with sound whose song in his we heard,
Stands far from us as they whose souls he raised
Again, and darkness carolled like a bird.
II
Golden eastern waters rocked the cradle where he slept
Songless, crowned with bays to be of sovereign song,
Breathed upon with balm and calm of bounteous seas that kept
Secret all the blessing of his birthright, strong,
Golden eastern waters rocked the cradle where he slept
Songless, crowned with bays to be of sovereign song,
Breathed upon with balm and calm of bounteous seas that kept
Secret all the blessing of his birthright, strong,
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