Hew Atlas for my monument; upraise A pyramid for my tomb, that, undestroyed By rank, oblivion, and the hungry void, My name shall echo through prospective days. O careless conqueror! cold, abysmal grave! Is it not sad -- is it not sad, my heart -- To smother young ambition, and depart Unhonoured and unwilling, like death's slave? No rare immortal remnant of my thought Embalms my life; no poem, firmly reared Against the shock of time, ignobly feared, -- But all my life's progression come to nought. Hew Atlas! build a pyramid in a plain! Oh, cool the fever burning in my brain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD IN HIS BED by ADDIE LUCIA BALLOU CHARACTERS: SARAH TAYLOR RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 1 by WILLIAM BASSE MEDITATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN |