In Memoriam Stevenson

LIFE’S Angel shining sat in his high place
To view the lands and waters of his globe ;
A leaning Shape came through the fields of Space,
Stealthy, and touched the hem of his white robe.
The Angel turned: Brother, what ill brings thee
Like thieving night to trespass on my day ?
Yonder, Death answered him, I cannot see;
Yonder I take this star to light my way.
Owen Wister.