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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation.  1904.
 
V. Death and Bereavement
After Summer
Philip Bourke Marston (1850–1887)
 
WE ’LL not weep for summer over,—
        No, not we:
Strew above his head the clover,—
        Let him be!
 
Other eyes may weep his dying,        5
        Shed their tears
There upon him, where he ’s lying
        With his peers.
 
Unto some of them he proffered
        Gifts most sweet;        10
For our hearts a grave he offered,—
        Was this meet?
 
All our fond hopes, praying, perished
        In his wrath,—
All the lovely dreams we cherished        15
        Strewed his path.
 
Shall we in our tombs, I wonder,
        Far apart,
Sundered wide as seas can sunder
        Heart from heart,        20
 
Dream at all of all the sorrows
        That were ours,—
Bitter nights, more bitter morrows;
        Poison-flowers
 
Summer gathered, as in madness,        25
        Saying, “See,
These are yours, in place of gladness,—
        Gifts from me”?
 
Nay, the rest that will be ours
        Is supreme,        30
And below the poppy flowers
        Steals no dream.
 
 
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