Classic Poem

ARAMIS .

Thy heart was one of craft, yet thou wast brave
As steel Castilian; but ambition's bane
Lurked in the subtle essence of thy brain,
And naught beyond this passion didst thou crave.

Battling for decades by an open grave,
Thou didst not swerve, nor didst thou e'er restrain
Thy mental greeds, thy ceaseless chase for gain,
Which at the end thy comrade could not save.

Ah! nobler far wast thou on that blue morn,
When Porthos, sinking in a grave of stone,
Fell like a Hercules, no more to rise.
Then, anguished, mute, irresolute, forlorn,
Thy heart lay broken by his dying groan,
And tears surprised the desert of thine eyes.