"ME too, perchance, in future days, "The sculptured stone shall show, "With Paphian myrtle, or with bays "Parnassian on my brow. "But I, or ere that season come, "Escaped from every care, "Shall reach my refuge in the tomb, "And sleep securely there." So sang, in Roman tone and style, The youthful bard, ere long Ordained to grace his native isle With her sublimest song. Who then but must conceive disdain, Hearing the deed unblest Of wretches who have dared profane His dread sepulchral rest? Ill fare the hands that heaved the stones Where Milton's ashes lay, That trembled not to grasp his bones And steal his dust away! O ill-requited bard! neglect Thy living worth repaid, And blind idolatrous respect As much affronts thee dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 86. LOST DAYS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI BUCK O' KINGWATTER by ROBERT ANDERSON OF CARLISLE |