Sunday, August 28, 2016

SOCRATES, a poem

HE raised the hemlock to his lips,
     He drained the fatal draught,
Calmly conversing with his friends,
     As he a wine had quaffed;
And, ah! what wine so rich to bless?
     The torch of day grown dim,
Death's cup has less of bitterness
     For all, because of him!
"Socrates" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in The Reader (September 1903), Mine and Thine (1904) and Poems (1916) Volume II.

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