Frederick Philip Grove
THE DIRGE
(IM 15, 1-33)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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VI. "When infants die... by Frederick Philip Grove When infants die, then dies what might have been But never was; as if the nascent day In his first midnight hour, as yet unseen, Expired; and with him time were laid away. When old men die, then dies that which has been And leaves its substance; as the dying day At evenfall becomes a memory, seen In sunset glory, not to pass away. But she that left us died in that same hour When day breaks and rose-fingered clouds suffuse A green and amber sky, the airy bower From which steps morning, gallant to peruse. Dawn-eyed she stood at life's forth-jutting edge, Just reaching out to gather that ripe gift Which only those who are themselves a pledge To high endeavour can discern and lift. In Memoriam 15/6