To have known him, to have loved him <br />After loneness long; <br />And then to be estranged in life, <br />And neither in the wrong; <br />And now for death to set his seal-- <br />Ease me, a little ease, my song! <br /> <br />By wintry hills his hermit-mound <br />The sheeted snow-drifts drape, <br />And houseless there the snow-bird flits <br />Beneath the fir-trees' crape: <br />Glazed now with ice the cloistral vine <br />That hid the shyest grape.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monody-2/
