Hew hard the marble from the mountain's heart Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom Gems brighter than an April dawn in bloom, That his Memnonian likeness thence may star; Revealed, whose hand in high funereal art Carved night, and chiseled shadow: be the tomb That speaks him famous graven with signs of doom Intrenched inevitable in lines athwart, As on some thunder-blasted Titan's brow His record of rebellion. Not the day Shall strike forth music from so stern a chord, Touching this marble: darkness, none knows how, And stars impenetrable of midnight, may So looms the likeness of thy soul, John Ford. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM IRELAND; A SEASIDE PORTRAIT by JOHN JAMES PIATT LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE OVIPAROUS TAILOR by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |