By the Aurelian Wall and Other Elegies

<span class="i0">“Brooks was His brother, and we have known him.”<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_64" id="page_64"></SPAN>{64}</span><br/></span></div> </div></div> <h2><SPAN name="JOHN_ELIOT_BOWEN" id="JOHN_ELIOT_BOWEN"></SPAN>JOHN ELIOT BOWEN</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Here</span> at the desk where once you sat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who wander now with poets dead<br/></span> <span class="i0">And summers gone, afield so far,<br/></span> <span class="i0">There sits a stranger in your stead.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here day by day men come who knew<br/></span> <span class="i0">Your steadfast ways and loved you well;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And every comer with regret<br/></span> <span class="i0">Has some new thing of praise to tell.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_65" id="page_65"></SPAN>{65}</span><br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The poet old, whose lyric heart<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is fresh as dew and bright as flame,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Longs for “his boy,” and finds you not,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And goes the wistful way he came.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Here where you toiled without reproach,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Builded and loved and dreamed and planned,<br/></span> <span class="i0">At every door, on every page,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Lurks the tradition of your hand.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And if to you, like reverie,<br/></span> <span class="i0">There comes a thought of how they fare<br/></span> <span class="i0">Whose footsteps go the round you went<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of noisy street and narrow stair,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_66" id="page_66"></SPAN>{66}</span><br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Know they have learned a new desire,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Which puts unfaith and faltering by;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And triumph fills their dream because<br/></span> <span class="i0">One life was leal, one hope was high.<br/></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />