Multitudes by Matt Kane

  
  Stated the lore of Plato, and Socrates greater than Plato,  
  And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine having  
      studied long,  
  I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic systems,  
  See the philosophies all, Christian churches and tenets see,  
  Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ the divine I see,  
  The dear love of man for his comrade, the attraction of friend to friend,  
  Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents,  
  Of city for city and land for land.  
Recorders Ages Hence  
  Recorders ages hence,  
  Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I  
      will tell you what to say of me,  
  Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,  
  The friend the lovers portrait, of whom his friend his lover was fondest,  
  Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love  
      within him, and freely pourd it forth,  
  Who often walkd lonesome walks thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,  
  Who pensive away from one he lovd often lay sleepless and  
      dissatisfied at night,  
  Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lovd might  
      secretly be indifferent to him,  
  Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on hills,  
      he and another wandering hand in hand, they twain apart from other men,  
  Who oft as he saunterd the streets curvd with his arm the shoulder  
      of his friend, while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.  
When I Heard at the Close of the Day  
  When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receivd  
      with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for  
      me that followd,  
  And else when I carousd, or when my plans were accomplishd, still  
      I was not happy,  
  But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health,  
      refreshd, singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,  
  When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the  
      morning light,  
  When I wanderd alone over the beach, and undressing bathed,  
      laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,  
  And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was on his way  
      coming, O then I was happy,  
