THIS mound in some remote and dateless day Reared o'er a chieftain of the age of hills, May here detain thee, traveller! from thy road Not idly lingering. In his narrow house Some warrior sleeps below; his gallant deeds Haply at many a solemn festival The bard has harped, but perished is the song Of praise, as o'er these bleak and barren downs The wind that passes and is heard no more. Go, traveller, and remember when the pomp Of earthly glory fades, that one good deed Unseen, unheard, unnoted by mankind, Lives in the eternal register of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |