Socrates       

 
In this death no despair

Words on the bright air

Pass from friend to friend

Smiling

Not to share

Only the held-back sorrow

Which might mar

His worried end

 

He speaks about the soul

Simply -

To demonstrate

Its beatific state

Tomorrow

When he is gone

To the goal

Of wisdom

It is they who wait

Now smiling

Who will be less complete

 

The cock crows

Reminding

Him of prayer-

The sacrifice he owes

To Aesculapius

For health

And he asks them there

To provide

After he has died

 

It is with grace

That he leaves this place

This passing Athens

And each much loved face

And goes

Where he is known

And knows

 

At dawn

Each friend

Feels

Irretrievably alone