I CLOSED the book, but fancied still br I heard, like distant music roll, br The far-off echoes in my soul br Of his great life. I listened till, br Entranced, I thought that I could hear br 5 br His grand old voice amid the gloom; br And in the twilight-flooded room br I almost felt that he was near. br Thou didst not die, O Milton, when br Thy life on earth had ceased to be; br 10 br They never die who pass, like thee, br Enriching all their brother-men. br As often, on the edge of morn, br Lingers one star, its fellows gone, br Thou shin'st alone, and shalt shine on, br 15 br An age of ages yet unborn.