STAND fast by the ideal. Hero be, You in your youth, as he from youth to age. Dare to be last, least, in good modesty, Nor fret thy soul for speedier heritage. Even as he lived, live thou, laborious, sage, Yielding thy flower, leaf, fruitage seasonably, Content if but some beauty in Time's page Out of thy being spring and live through thee. Churl Fame shall grudge (ah, let it grudge!) thee glory. Knaves have earned that. Behold, the blossoming thorn Emblazoneth the hedge where fools made foray, Redeemeth their sad flouts and jibes forlorn. Ere thou shalt guess, the nightingale thy story Learning shall speak of thee and shame their scorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE THE VOICE OF THE BANJO by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE |