On a Grave at Grindelwald

Frederic William Henry Myers

HERE let us leave him; for his shroud the snow, 
  For funeral lamps he has the planets seven, 
For a great sign the icy stair shall go 
  Between the heights to heaven. 
 
One moment stood he as the angels stand,         
  High in the stainless eminence of air; 
The next, he was not, to his fatherland 
  Translated unaware.