(22 June 1888 - 4 July 1916 / New York City, New York)

Kyrenaikos

Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down
In grove and garden to the sapphire sea;
Twine yellow roses for the drinker's crown;
Let music reach and fair heads circle me,
Watching blue ocean where the white sails steer
Fruit-laden forth or with the wares and news
Of merchant cities seek our harbors here,
Careless how Corinth fares, how Syracuse;
But here, with love and sleep in her caress,
Warm night shall sink and utterly persuade
The gentle doctrine Aristippus bare, --
Night-winds, and one whose white youth's loveliness,
In a flowered balcony beside me laid,
Dreams, with the starlight on her fragrant hair.

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Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; - - I hope they laid him down in such a place for young soldiers who die so young and in such moments of loud confusion and fear