When I am gone, Above me raise no lofty stone Perfect in human handicraft, No upward pointing gleaming shaft. Say this of me, and I be content, That in the Master's work my life was spent; Say not that I was either great or good, But Mary-like, "She hath done what she could." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INFANT SORROW, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HYMNARY: 403. MARTYRS by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS THE WASPS: THE TRIAL OF THE DOG by ARISTOPHANES HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 22 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |