UPON thy tomb 't is graven, "Here lies one Whose name is writ in water." Could there be A flight of Fancy fitlier feigned for thee, A fairer motto for her favorite son? For, as the wave, thy varying numbers run -- Now crested proud in tidal majesty, Now tranquil as the twilight reverie Of some dim lake the white moon looks upon While teems the world with silence. Even there, In each Protean rainbow-tint that stains The breathing canvas of the atmosphere, We read an exhalation of thy strains. Thus, on the scroll of Nature, everywhere, Thy name, a deathless syllable, remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON THE NATIVE LAND by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA WATER MOMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE STRICKEN HART by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DEPARTURE OF THE PIONEER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |