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.”

Form: Italian Sonnet

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