When we're pegged out for good upon our board And pegs of red and white no more record Our comings and our goings here below May Pegasus who bears aloft our fames Then peg us in with stars against our names Where all the Century's immortals go. But though that high "inevitable" fate Awaits Centurions all, or soon or late, May it not come to you (or me) this year. Howe'er Elysian yon Club may be, With members chosen from each century, I'd rather be a live Centurion here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE RECONCILEMENT by JOHN SHEFFIELD BURNING STRAWPILES by EVA K. ANGLESBURG MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN TWO SKETCHES: 2. A.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE JOLLY BEGGARS; A CANTATA RECITATIVO by ROBERT BURNS |