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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

Rondeau

Henry Austin Dobson (1840–1921)

IN after days when grasses high

O’er-top the stone where I shall lie,

Though ill or well the world adjust

My slender claim to honour’d dust,

I shall not question or reply.

I shall not see the morning sky;

I shall not hear the night-wind sigh;

I shall be mute, as all men must

In after days!

But yet, now living, fain were I

That some one then should testify,

Saying—‘He held his pen in trust

To Art, not serving shame or lust.’

Will none?—Then let my memory die

In after days!