LO, where yon undistinguished grave Erects its grassy pile on One who to all Experience gave An Alpha or Epsilon! The world and eke the world's content, And all therein that passes, With marks numerical (per cent.) He did dispose in classes: Not his to ape the critic crew Which vulgarly appraises The Good, the Beautiful, the True In literary phrases: He did his estimate express In terms precise and weighty, -- And Vice got 25 (or less), While Virtue rose to 80. Now hath he closed his earthly lot All in his final haven, -- (And be the stone that marks the spot @3On one side only@1 graven), Bring papers on his grave to strew Amid the grass and clover, And plant thereby that pencil blue Wherewith he looked them over! There, freed from every human ill And fleshly trammels gross, he Lies in his resting-place until The final Viva Voce: So let him rest till crack of doom Of mortal tasks aweary, -- And nothing write upon his tomb Save @3B -- (?).@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS SONG, FR. THE TWO GENTELEM OF VERONA by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SENEX TO MATT. PRIOR by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 1. LORD CRASHTON by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM IN THAT DAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON |