When we're pegged out for good upon our board And pegs of red and white no more record Our comings and our goings here below May Pegasus who bears aloft our fames Then peg us in with stars against our names Where all the Century's immortals go. But though that high "inevitable" fate Awaits Centurions all, or soon or late, May it not come to you (or me) this year. Howe'er Elysian yon Club may be, With members chosen from each century, I'd rather be a live Centurion here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON WHOM THE GODS LOVE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A MARINER'S SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ARTEMIS ON LATMOS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |