Classic Poem

And he is dead at last! O long ago —
So long ago it is since yesterday!
The World hath sunken round me, old and grey,
To sound of endless litanies of woe: —
Dear God, if I could know — could only know
Beyond the creeds and feeble prayers they say
That I might find him yet in some sure way —
How I would laugh against this Tomb below!

I've lost the meaning of the words he said
To ease my heart before he pass'd from me:
I walk the ruin'd Earth in agony,
And cry unto the Waste uncomforted:
Across the blacken'd Skies I start to see
His name writ flamingly — but he is dead!