WHEN, to their airy hall, my fathers' voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain's side; Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns To mark the spot where earth to earth returns! No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone; My epitaph shall be my name alone; If that with honour fail to crown my clay, Oh may no other fame my deeds repay! That, only that, shall single out the spot; By that remember'd, or with that forgot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG TO MITHRAS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HYMN IX by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LA QUINQUE RUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN RECOMPENSE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ANOTHER SIMPLE BALLAT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |