Tells What He Knew of Simple Simon .

What does it matter — who are we to say
How much is clear and how much there must be
Behind his mystical directness — see,
He left us smiling, and a bit astray.
Yet there were times when Simon would convey
A cryptic sharpness, etched with something free;
For he was touched with fire and prophecy,
And we who scarcely knew him, mourn him. ... Eh?

I'll say this much for Simon: If his ghost
Has half the life of many men, or most,
He will not rest in the ophidian night.
He will come back and storm the western gate,
Scorning such lesser things as Death and Fate. ...
Well, there is that side, too. ... You may be right.