TO E. M.

The night we saw the stacks of timber blaze

To terrible golden fury, young and strong

He watched between us with dream-dazzled gaze

Aflame, and burning like a god of song,

As we together stood against the throng

Drawn from the midnight of the city ways.

To-night the world about us is ablaze

And he is dead, is dead... Yet, young and strong

He watches with us still with deathless gaze

Aflame, and burning like a god of song,

As we together stand against the throng

Drawn from the bottomless midnight of hell's ways.