Stately and tall he moves in the hall,
The chief of a thousand for grace.
Kate Franklin: Life at Olympus, Lady's Book, Vol. xxiii. p. 33.
When the sun's last rays are fading
Into twilight soft and dim.
Theodore L. Barker: Thou wilt think of me again.
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
And cherish'd thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,