WHOEVER you are who wander near My monument, I'd have you hear From whom I sprang, who sprang from me: Callimachus of Cyrene. You'd know them both: leader, the one, Of his town army years agone: The other, poet; songs he sung Beyond the reach of envy's tongue; Deservedly, for if the glance Of Muses does not fall askance On boyhood, then, when heads are grey They will not cast their friends away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WALL STREET PIT, MAY, 1901 by EDWIN MARKHAM |