Mr. Watkins choice bits of verse have graced the leading newspapers and magazines fo the country. Mr. Watkins was a weekly contributor to the poetry column of The Negro World. His last poem, Loved and Lost," was sent to The Negro World a few days before his death and was published in the Feb. 5 issue. We take pleasure in republishing it.
My fallen star has spent its night
And left but memory to me;
My day of dream has kissed the night.
Farewell: its sun no more I see:
My summer bloomed for winter's front;
Alas I've lived and loved and lost!
What matters if today should earth
Lay on my head a gold-bright crown
Lit with gems of royal worth
Befitting well a king's renown?--
My lonely soul is trouble-tossed,
For I have lived and loved and lost!
Great God! I dare not question Thee--
Thy way eternally is just;
This seeming mystery to me
Will be revealed if I but trust:
Ah, Thou alone dost know the cost
When one has lived and loved and lost!
Published in The Negro World, February 5, 1921
Re-published in The Negro World, February 19, 1921