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THE PEDESTRIAN; AN INCIDENT OF 1883, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Sir, will you let me give you a ride
Last Line: Through an unconscienced trick of time!
Subject(s): Philosophy & Philosophers


'SIR, will you let me give you a ride?
Nox venit, and the heath is wide.'
- My phaeton-lantern shone on one
Young, fair, even fresh,
But burdened with flesh:
A leathern satchel at his side,
His breathings short, his coat undone.

'Twas as if his corpulent figure slopped
With the shake of his walking when he stopped,
And, though the night's pinch grew acute,
He wore but a thin
Wind-thridded suit,
Yet well-shaped shoes for walking in,
Artistic beaver, cane gold-topped.

'Alas, my friend,' he said with a smile,
'I am daily bound to foot ten mile -
Wet, dry, or dark - before I rest.
Six months to live
My doctors give
Me as my prospect here, at best,
Unless I vamp my sturdiest!'

His voice was that of a man refined,
A man, one well could feel, of mind,
Quite winning in its musical ease;
But in mould maligned
By some disease;
And I asked again. But he shook his head;
Then, as if more were due, he said: -

'A student was I - of Schopenhauer,
Kant, Hegel, - and the fountained bower
Of the Muses, too, knew my regard:
But ah - I fear me
The grave gapes near me!...
Would I could this gross sheath discard,
And rise an ethereal shape, unmarred!'

How I remember him! - his short breath,
His aspect, marked for early death,
As he dropped into the night for ever;
One caught in his prime
Of high endeavour;
From all philosophies soon to sever
Through an unconscienced trick of Time!





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