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Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948).  The Little Book of Modern Verse.  1917.
90. A Memorial Tablet
By Florence Wilkinson
Oh, Agathocles, fare thee well!
NAKED and brave thou goest
  Without one glance behind!
Hast thou no fear, Agathocles,
  Or backward grief of mind?
The dreamy dog beside thee        5
  Presses against thy knee;
He, too, oh, sweet Agathocles,
  Is deaf and visioned like thee.
Thou art so lithe and lovely
  And yet thou art not ours.        10
What Delphic saying compels thee
  Of kings or topless towers?
That little blowing mantle
  Thou losest from thine arm—
No shoon nor staff, Agathocles,        15
  Nor sword, to fend from harm!
Thou hast the changed impersonal
  Awed brow of mystery—
Yesterday thou wast burning,
  Mad boy, for Glaucöe.        20
Philis thy mother calls thee:
  Mine eyes with tears are dim,
Turn once, look once, Agathocles—
  (The gods have blinded him.)
Come back, Agathocles, the night—        25
  Brings thee what place of rest?
Wine-sweet are Glaucöe’s kisses,
  Flower-soft her budding breast.
He seems to hearken, Glaucöe,
  He seems to listen and smile;        30
(Nay, Philis, but a god-song
  He follows this many a mile.)
Come back, come back, Agathocles!
  (He scents the, asphodel;
Unearthly swift he runneth.)        35
  Agathocles, farewell!


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