Remember

Tonight the many come to mind
Sent forward in the thaw with anxious marrow;
For such might now return with a bleak face,
An image, pause half-lighted in the door,
A greater but not fortunate in all,
Come home deprived of an astonishing end—
Morgan’s who took a clean death in the north
Shouting against the wind, or Cousin Dodd’s,
Passed out in her chair, the snow falling—
The too-loved clays, born over by diverse drifts,
Fallen upon the far side of all enjoyment,
Unable to move closer, shall not speak
Out of that grave, stern to no capital fault;
Enough to have lightly touched the unworthy thing.