No sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, "No storied urn nor animated bust;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way, To pour her sorrows o'er the Poet's dust. She mourns, sweet tuneful youth, thy hapless fate; Tho' all the powers of song thy fancy fired, Yet Luxury and Wealth lay by in state, And, thankless, starv'd what they so much admired. This tribute, with a tear, now gives A brother Bard -- he can no more bestow: But dear to fame thy Song immortal lives, A nobler monument than Art can shew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE DARK HILLS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PURSUIT AND POSSESSION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BEFORE VICKSBURG by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |