Poems, now first collected/W. W.

New York: Houghton, Mifflin and Company, page 124

W. W.

Good-bye, Walt!
Good-bye, from all you loved of earth—
Rock, tree, dumb creature, man and woman—
To you, their comrade human.
The last assault
Ends now; and now in some great world has birth
A minstrel, whose strong soul finds broader wings,
More brave imaginings.
Stars crown the hilltop where your dust shall lie,
Even as we say good-bye,
Good-bye, old Walt!

Lines sent to his funeral
with an ivy wreath,
March 30, 1892