IN after days when grasses high O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honour'd dust, I shall not question nor reply. I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days! But yet, now living, fain would I That some one then should testify, Saying -- 'He held his pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.' Will none? -- Then let my memory die In after days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SERGEANT'S WEDDIN' by RUDYARD KIPLING BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE by ROBERT MORRIS ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE |