Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
RondeauHenry Austin Dobson (18401921)
I
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 hear the night-wind sigh;
I shall be mute, as all men must
In after days!
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!