Elegy in Autumn

IN MEMORY OF Frank Dempster Sherman
BY Clinton Scollard
NEW YORK Frederic Fairchild Sherman MCMXVII
Copyright, 1917, by Clinton Scollard
ELEGY IN AUTUMN
Brother in song, you who have gone before
Along far incommunicable ways,
Leaving me here upon this mortal shore,
A bondman to the tyrant nights and days,
Across the distance, hail!
Though Time may sever, and we meet no more,
Yet what shall Time avail!