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One of the Bearers Soliloquizes	A
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Room in your heart for him O Mother Earth	B
Who loved each flower and leaf that made you fair	C
And sang your praises in verses manifold	D
And delicate with here and there a line	E
From end to end in blossom like a bough	F
The May breathes on so rich it was Some thought	G
The workmanship more costly than the thing	H
Moulded or carved as in those ornaments	A
Found at Myc ne And yet Nature's self	I
Works in this wise upon a blade of grass	A
Or what small note she lends the woodland thrush	J
Lavishing endless patience He was born	K
Artist not artisan which some few saw	A
And many dreamed not As he wrote no odes	A
When Croesus wedded or M cenas died	L
And gave no breath to civic feasts and shows	A
He missed the glare that gilds more facile men	M
A twilight poet groping quite alone	N
Belated in a sphere where every nest	O
Is emptied of its music and its wings	A
Not great his gift yet we can poorly spare	C
Even his slight perfection in an age	P
Of limping triolets and tame rondeaux	A
He had at least ideals though unreached	O
And heard far off immortal harmonies	A
Such as fall coldly on our ear to day	O
The mighty Zolastic Movement now	F
Engrosses us a miasmatic breath	Q
Blown from the slums We paint life as it is	A
The hideous side of it with careful pains	A
Making a god of the dull Commonplace	A
For have we not the old gods overthrown	N
And set up strangest idols We would clip	R
Imagination's wing and kill delight	O
Our sole art being to leave nothing out	O
That renders art offensive Not for us	A
Madonnas leaning from their starry thrones	A
Ineffable nor any heaven wrought dream	S
Of sculptor or of poet we prefer	T
Such nightmare visions as in morbid brains	A
Take shape and substance thoughts that taint the air	C
And make all life unlovely Will it last	O
Beauty alone endures from age to age	P
From age to age endures handmaid of God	O
Poets who walk with her on earth go hence	A
Bearing a talisman You bury one	U
With his hushed music in some Potter's Field	O
The snows and rains blot out his very name	V
As he from life seems blotted through Time's glass	A
Slip the invisible and magic sands	A
That mark the century then falls a day	O
The world is suddenly conscious of a flower	T
Imperishable ever to be prized	O
Sprung from the mould of a forgotten grave	W
'T is said the seeds wrapt up among the balms	A
And hieroglyphics of Egyptian kings	A
old strange vitality and planted grow	X
After the lapse of thrice a thousand years	A
Some day perchance some unregarded note	O
Of our poor friend here some sweet minor chord	O
That failed to lure our more accustomed ear	Y
Way witch the fancy of an unborn age	P
Who knows since seeds have such tenacity	O
Meanwhile he's dead with scantiest laurel won	U
And little of our Ninteenth Century gold	O
So take him Earth and this his mortal part	O
With that shrewd alchemy thou hast transmute	O
To flower and leaf in thine unending springs	A

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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