Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921.
III. Captain Craig, Etc.14. Cortège
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Fifteen hundred miles away:
So it goes, the crazy tune,
So it pounds and hums all day
Earth will hide them far away:
Best they go to go so soon,
Best for them the grave to-day.
Half the world had passed away.
Four o’clock this afternoon,
Best for them they go to-day.
Love will hide them deep, they say;
Love that made the grave so soon,
Fifteen hundred miles away.
Ah, but they go slow to-day:
Slow to suit my crazy tune,
Past the need of all we say.
Best for them they go to-day:
Four o’clock this afternoon,
Fifteen hundred miles away.