For Robert Graves, died 7th December 1985
Can help him cross that difficult threshold
Let us give him our prayer
Will support him, stumbling, down the dark corridors
Let us give him our strength
Or can hear only a faint echo coming from no place he can find
Let us sing him the music
Lit the corridors, sounded Her music,
Swept the strings of Her lyre for us,
Who shouted for Her in the darkness,
Who swam in the reeds and currents and found lost pearls and gave them to us.
And may She, may She, smiling,
Ponder, and hearing, turn;
And, light as a feather,
Flick open the gate.