RENOWNED Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. To lodge all four in one bed, make a shift Until Doomsday, for hardly will a fift Betwixt this day and that by Fate be slain, For whom your curtains may be drawn again. If your precedency in death doth bar A fourth place in your sacred sepulchre, Under this carved marble of thine own, Sleep, rare tragedian, Shakespeare, sleep alone; Thy unmolested peace, unshared cave Possess as lord, not tenant of thy grave, That unto us and others it may be Honour thereafter to be laid by thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST A SONG OF COURAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |