Edwin Arlington Robinson (Ýäâèí Àðëèíãòîí Ðîáèíñîí)

Inferential

Although I saw before me there the face
Of one whom I had honored among men
The least, and on regarding him again
Would not have had him in another place,
He fitted with an unfamiliar grace
The coffin where I could not see him then
As I had seen him and appraised him when
I deemed him unessential to the race.

For there was more of him than what I saw.
And there was on me more than the old awe
That is the common genius of the dead.
I might as well have heard him: “Never mind;
If some of us were not so far behind,
The rest of us were not so far ahead.” 

1. Neighbors
2. Credo
3. Lost Anchors
4. The Rat
5. Ballad of a Ship

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