HERE where under earth his head <br />Finds a last and lonely bed, <br />Let him speak upon the stone: <br />Etsi omnes, ego non. <br /> <br />Here he shall not know the eyes <br />Bent upon their sordid prize <br />Earthward ever, nor the beat <br />Of the hurrying faithless feet. <br /> <br />None to make him perfect cheer <br />Join’d him on his journey drear; <br />Some too soon, who fell away; <br />Some too late, who mourn to-day. <br /> <br />Yet while comrades one by one <br />Made denial and were gone, <br />Not the less he labor’d on: <br />Etsi omnes, ego non. <br /> <br />Surely his were heart and mind <br />Meet for converse with his kind, <br />Light of genial fancy free, <br />Grace of sweetest sympathy. <br /> <br />But his soul had other scope, <br />Holden of a larger hope, <br />Larger hope and larger love. <br />Meat to eat men knew not of: <br /> <br />Knew not, know not—yet shall sound <br />From this place of holy ground <br />Even this legend thereupon, <br />Etsi omnes, ego non.<br /><br />Ernest Myers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/etsi-omnes-ego-non/
