MYRTALE, when I am gone (Who was once Anacreon), Lay these annals of my heart In some secret shrine apart; Into it put all my sighs, All my lover's litanies, All my vows and protestations, All my jealous accusations, All my hopes and all my fears, All the tribute of my tears, -- Let it all be there inurned, All my passion as it burned; Label it, when I am gone, 'Ashes of Anacreon.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE DARK TOWER by COUNTEE CULLEN RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE HOLY GRAIL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I COME SINGING by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |