Last Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey




OUR Gothic minds have gargoyle fancies.
That there will come a day when you and I
Shall not be you and I, that we shall lie,
We two, in the damp earth-mould, above each clod
A drunken headstone in the neglected sod,
Thereon the phrase, Hic Jacet, worn awry,
And then our virtues, bah!—and piety—
Perhaps some cheeky reference to God!
And haply after many a century
Some spectacled old man shall drive the birds
A moment from their song in the lonely spot
And make a copy of the quaint old words—
They will then be quaint and old—and all for what?
To fill a gap in a genealogy.