1907 · CLOSE READING
Rodin in Rime
Rodin in Rime (1907), PDF p. 46
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TETE DE FEMME
(MUSEE DU LUXEMBOURG)
T shall be said, when all is done,
The last line written, the last mountain
Climbed, the last look upon the sun
Taken, the last star in the fountain
Shattered, that you and I were one.
What shall they say, who come apace
After us, heedless, gallant? Seeing
Our statues, hearing of our race
Heroic tales, half-doubted, being
So far beyond a rime to trace.
What shall they say? For secret we
Have held our love, and holy. Splendour
Of light, and music of the sea
And eyes and heart serene and tender,
With kisses mingled utterly.
These were our ways. And who shall know?
What warrior bard our nuptial glories
Shall sing? Historic shall we go
Down through our country’s golden stories?
Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so
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