Florence Wilkinson Poems
- Our Lady Of Idleness They in the darkness gather and ask ...
- Students John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau -- 'T was ...
- The Fugitives We are they that go, that go, Plunging before...
- A Memorial Tablet Oh, Agathocles, fare thee well! Naked ...
- The Heart's Country Hill people turn to their hills; ...
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A Memorial Tablet
Oh, Agathocles, fare thee well!
Naked and brave thou goest
Without one glance behind!
Hast thou no fear, Agathocles,
Or backward grief of mind?
The dreamy dog beside thee
Presses against thy knee;
He, too, oh, sweet Agathocles,
Is deaf and visioned like thee.
Thou art so lithe and lovely
And yet thou art not ours.
What Delphic saying compels thee
Of kings or topless towers?
That little blowing mantle ...