In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121.

Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
; ; ; ;And ready, thou, to die with him,
; ; ; ;Thou watchest all things ever dim
And dimmer, and a glory done:
The team is loosen'd from the wain,
; ; ; ;The boat is drawn upon the shore;
; ; ; ;Thou listenest to the closing door,
And life is darken'd in the brain.
Bright Phosphor, fresher for the night,
; ; ; By thee the world's great work is heard
; ; ; Beginning, and the wakeful bird;
Behind thee comes the greater light:

The market boat is on the stream,
; ; ; And voices hail it from the brink;
; ; ; Thou hear'st the village hammer clink,
And see'st the moving of the team.

Sweet Hesper-Phosphor, double name
; ; ; For what is one, the first, the last,
; ; ; Thou, like my present and my past,
Thy place is changed; thou art the same.