In After Days

By Henry Austin Dobson

Born 1840


Rondeau

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 nor 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 would 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!

DayPoems Poem No. 774
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