RENOWNED Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. To lodge all four in one bed, make a shift Until Doomsday, for hardly will a fift Betwixt this day and that by Fate be slain, For whom your curtains may be drawn again. If your precedency in death doth bar A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre, Under this carved marble of thine own, Sleep, rare tragedian, Shakespeare, sleep alone; Thy unmolested peace, unshared cave Possess as lord, not tenant of thy grave, That unto us and others it may be Honour thereafter to be laid by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 27 by ALFRED TENNYSON PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS MORGIANA DANCES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET AFTER CONSTRUING by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON A GIRL'S SONG ON HER LOVER, PAIDIN RUADH by CHARLES BEWLEY |