SACRED marble, safely keep His dust who under thee must sleep, Until the yeares again restore Their dead, and time shall be no more. Mean while, if he (which all things wears) Does ruin thee, or if thy tears Are shed for him, dissolve thy frame; Thou art required: for his fame, His vertue, and his worth shall be Another monument to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE TO DEAN-BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH ... HE LIVED by ROBERT HERRICK SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW GLOUCESTER MOORS by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THE POWERFUL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |