IN after days when grasses high O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honour'd dust, I shall not question nor reply. I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days! But yet, now living, fain would I That some one then should testify, Saying -- 'He held his pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.' Will none? -- Then let my memory die In after days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL by KATHARINE LEE BATES ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER A CHRISTMAS CAROL (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM, A.H. by MAURICE BARING SIC SEMPER INSURANTIBUS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |