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

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© August 2007

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XI. "There is no day... by Frederick Philip Grove There is no day on which some do not die; And all leave gaps. Yet, if all gaps were such, Man would no longer at life's phantom clutch. Bare and abandoned would this planet lie, Washed by a callous sun, a cold, white moon That shed a barren light on sea and land. No more would ploughs be guided by man's hand, No more sails furled beneath the homeward dune. For who would choose to live when he could cease To suffer thus? What woman would still bear, Fearing to lose them, children of despair? What man would trust life's fickly promised lease? Or are our tears sweet balm to those that went Ahead of us where all of us are bound? If so, then let us sit upon the ground And water graves till these our tears be spent! In Memoriam 15/11