To know just how he suffered would be dear;

To know if any human eyes were near

To whom he could he could entrust his wavering gaze,

Until it settled firm on paradise.

To know if he was patient, part content,

Was dying as he thought, or different;

Was it a pleasant day to die,

And did the sunshine face his way?

What was his furthest mind, of home, or god,

Or what the distant say,

At news that he ceased human nature

On such a day?

And wishes, had he any?

Just his sigh, accented,

Had been legible to me.

And was he confident until

Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?

And if he spoke, what name was best,

What first,

What one broke off with

At the drowsiest?

Was he afraid, or tranquil?

Might he know

How conscious consciousness could grow,

Till love that was, and love too blest to be,

Meet- and the junction to be eternity?

Where is he gone……..

Where is that guy lost???

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