Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935). Collected Poems. 1921.
V. The Town Down the River13. Exit
F
Before we poisoned him with praise,
May we who shrank to find him weak
Remember that he cannot speak.
And for our faith before the fall,
May we who are alive be slow
To tell what we shall never know.
And for the fateful emptiness
Of early triumph undermined,
May we now venture to be kind.