James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
July 16The Burial of Béranger
By Alfred WattsB
Could you bury the spirit of Béranger too!
Bury the bard if you will, and rejoice;
But you bury the body, and not the voice.
Bury the prophet and garnish his tomb;
The prophecy still remains for doom,
And many a prophecy since proved true
Has that prophet spoken for such as you.
Bury the printer’s boy you may;
But the spirit no death can ever destroy
That made a bard of that printer’s boy.
A clerk at twelve hundred francs per ann.
Were a very easily buried man;
But the spirit that gave up that little all
For freedom, is free of the funeral.
You may bury the prisoner, it may be,
The man of La Force and Ste. Pelagie;
But the spirit, mon Empereur, that gave
That prisoner empire knows no grave.
Is easily given, mon Empereur;
But a something there is which even the will
Of an emperor cannot inter or kill—
By no space restrained, to no age confined,
The fruit of a simple great man’s mind,
Which to all eternity lives and feeds
The births of which here it has laid the seeds.
Could you bury these, you might sit secure
On the throne of the Bourbons, mon Empereur.