Danny's Song Upon the Death of His Grandfather

When crashed to earth that mightful Oak O'er that long. a'frighted night, His tears did so high homage speak As to slumber passed his Light... Shoulders small, no more host to hands Whose tender firmness helmed Their little lad, and life, and joy In eternal love enrealmed. Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste With heart beset and stormed, His soul a stone-turned edifice Then from parched dreams was formed A kind but spectral silohette Up from the nighted sands, As boyish eyes enlivened gazed Once more upon old hands... They held a heart which yet did beat, "For you, my bonnie Dan! I'll love you from Forever, boy, And in Love, live as a man..." Ah, but dream, for now he wakes- But so curious a thing! For in his grasp there rests some sand Which waking did not bring!