Rosemary and Pansies

<h2><SPAN name="IN_FULLER_MEASURE" id="IN_FULLER_MEASURE"></SPAN>IN FULLER MEASURE</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">“Dying so young, how much he missed!” they said,<br/></span> <span class="i2">While his unbreathing sleep they wept around;<br/></span> <span class="i2">“If he had lived, Fame surely would have crowned<br/></span> <span class="i0">With wreath of fadeless green his kingly head;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The clear glance of his burning eyes had read<br/></span> <span class="i2">Wisdom’s dim secrets, hoary and profound;<br/></span> <span class="i2">While his life’s path would have been holy ground,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Made thus by all men’s love upon it shed.”<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Doubtless could he have spoken for whom that rain<br/></span> <span class="i2">Of teardrops fell, “How strange your sad words are!”<br/></span> <span class="i2">He would have said; “In fuller measure far<br/></span> <span class="i0">All that life gave to me I still retain;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Love have I now which no dark longings mar,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fame void of strife, and wisdom free from pain.”<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />