In memory of D. W. Prall <br /> <br /> <br />The ghosts of James and Peirce in Harvard Yard <br />At star-pierced midnight, after the chapel bell <br />(Episcopalian! palian! the ringing soared!) <br />Stare at me now as if they wish me well. <br />In the waking dream amid the trees which fall, <br />Bar and bough of shadow, by my shadow crossed, <br />They have not slept for long and they know all, <br />Know time's exhaustion and the spirit's cost. <br /> <br />"We studied the radiant sun, the star's pure seed: <br />Darkness is infinite! The blind can see <br />Hatred's necessity and love's grave need <br />Now that the poor are murdered across the sea, <br />And you are ignorant, who hear the bell; <br />Ignorant, you walk between heaven and hell."<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-the-ghosts-of-james-and-peirce-in-harvard/
