written on the tombstone of Hobey Baker in
a Philadelphia cemetary...
- You seemed winged, even
as a lad,
- With that swift look of
those who know the sky.
- It was no blundering fate
that stooped and bade
- You break your wings,
and fall to earth and die.
- I think some day you may
have flown too high,
- So that immortals saw
you and were glad,
- Watching the beauty of
your spirit's flame,
- Until they loved and called
you, and you came.
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