YOU, that are much a fisher in the pool Of things forgotten, and from thence bring up Gold of old song, and diamonds of dead speech, The scholar, and the angler, and the friend Of the pale past, this unremembered tale Restore, and this dead author re-inspire; And lo, Oblivion the iniquitous Remembers, and the stone is rolled away. And he, the long asleep, sees once again The busy bookshop, once again is read. Brave as at first, in his new garb of print, Shines forth the Elizabethan. But when Death, The unforgettable shepherd, shall have come And numbered us with these, the numberless, The inheritors of slumber and neglect -- O correspondent of the immortal dead, Shall any pious hand re-edit us? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 90 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |