Consolation Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Consolation

Rating: 4.9


Though he, that ever kind and true,
Kept stoutly step by step with you,
Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,
Be gone a while before,
Be now a moment gone before,
Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restore
Your friend to you.

He has but turned the corner — still
He pushes on with right good will,
Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill,
That self-same arduous way —
That self-same upland, hopeful way,
That you and he through many a doubtful day
Attempted still.

He is not dead, this friend — not dead,
But in the path we mortals tread
Got some few, trifling steps ahead
And nearer to the end;
So that you too, once past the bend,
Shall meet again, as face to face, this friend
You fancy dead.

Push gaily on, strong heart! The while
You travel forward mile by mile,
He loiters with a backward smile
Till you can overtake,
And strains his eyes to search his wake,
Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake,
Waits on a stile.

Friday, March 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funeral
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alouwou Mandjah 24 April 2019

***********Deep*************

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 April 2019

He loiters with a backward smile Till you can overtake, And strains his eyes to search his wake, Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake, Waits on a stile. very original way of presentation. tony

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Ruta Mohapatra 24 April 2019

I agree with Alouwou Mandjah.

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Edward Kofi Louis 24 April 2019

Step by step! ! ! ! Strong heart! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 24 April 2020

This poem is so touchingly delineated on Funeral by Robert Louis Stevenson. Nice work.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 24 April 2020

An outstanding classical poem with eternal values. Well deserved classic poem of the day.

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This is Rock 24 April 2020

Step by step... Meet a friend

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Ruta Mohapatra 24 April 2020

Deep and thoughtful! A different perception of death. A great poem of the day!

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Dr Antony Theodore 24 April 2020

He is not dead, this friend — not dead, But in the path we mortals tread Got some few, trifling steps ahead And nearer to the end; very nice poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 April 2020

He is not dead, this friend — not dead, But in the path we mortals tread Got some few, trifling steps ahead And nearer to the end; ............../// superb consolation writings on the funeral; beautiful poem shared

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