SLEEP, Motley, with the great of ancient days, Who wrote for all the years that yet shall be! Sleep with Herodotus, whose name and praise Have reached the isles of earth's remotest sea; Sleep, while, defiant of the slow decays Of time, thy glorious writings speak for thee, And in the answering heart of millions raise The generous zeal for Right and Liberty. And should the day o'ertake us when, at last, The silence -- that, ere yet a human pen Had traced the slenderest record of the past, Hushed the primeval languages of men -- Upon our English tongue its spell shall cast, Thy memory shall perish only then. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 110 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HOW THE SONG WAS MADE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |