THIS bit of polished marble, this, Was found where Athens proudly rears Its temple-crowned Acropolis So hoar with years. In antique time some sculptor's hand, Deft-turning, carved it fine and small, A part of base or column grand, Or capital. Regarding it, I mind me so A song should be, with ardor wrought, -- Cut in the firm Pentelic snow Of lofty thought! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 10. STRESA by SARA TEASDALE REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 4. HER TRIUMPH by BEN JONSON THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH THE SLEEPY SONG by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |