In this death no despair

Words on the bright air

Pass from friend to friend


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


When he is gone

To the goal

Of wisdom

It is they who wait

Now smiling

Who will be less complete


The cock crows


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


Irretrievably alone