WHEN, to their airy hall, my fathers' voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain's side; Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns To mark the spot where earth to earth returns! No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone; My epitaph shall be my name alone; If that with honour fail to crown my clay, Oh may no other fame my deeds repay! That, only that, shall single out the spot; By that remember'd, or with that forgot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLANKED WHITEFISH by CARL SANDBURG THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN QUATRAIN: AMONG THE PINES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: AM I TO LOSE YOU? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PERCH FISHING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |