The Soul's Quest and Other Poems

by Frederick George Scott


 

LINES WRITTEN ON FINISHING THE LIFE OF MILTON


 

I CLOSED the book, but fancied still
    I heard, like distant music roll,
    The far-off echoes in my soul
Of his great life. I listened till,
Entranced, I thought that I could hear
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    His grand old voice amid the gloom;
    And in the twilight-flooded room
I almost felt that he was near.

Thou didst not die, O Milton, when
    Thy life on earth had ceased to be;

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    They never die who pass, like thee,
Enriching all their brother-men.
As often, on the edge of morn,
    Lingers one star, its fellows gone,
    Thou shin’st alone, and shalt shine on,
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An age of ages yet unborn.

1882.