Here you will find the Poem The Consumptive of poet Leon Gellert
The stars, the fields, will know him never- more; his friends, his trees, the restless swerving sea. `Three days to live,? they said ? the kind gave four. They glide about his bed silently. `Twas not the lead of battle nor the shell the spitting of Maxim?s basiliskine breath ? `Twas through the falseness of the winds he fell; the snow?s mock-warmth ? a chill. His humble death will ne?er be sung in elegy and rhyme, his passage bloodless was, unstained and still. It brought no stir; and smiling all the time He waved his last farewell behind the Hill. I saw him die with my half-closed eyes, And closing them I thought of Paradise.
