The Last Hero by George William Russell
WE laid him to rest with tenderness;
Homeward we turned in the twilightâ€™s gold;
We thought in ourselves with dumb distressâ€”
All the story of earth is told.
A beautiful word at the last was said:
A great deep heart like the hearts of old
Went forth; and the speaker had lost the thread,
Or all the story of earth was told.
The dust hung over the pale dry ways
Dizzily fired with the twilightâ€™s gold,
And a bitter remembrance blew in each face
How all the story of earth was told.