Hew Atlas for my monument; upraise A pyramid for my tomb, that, undestroyed By rank, oblivion, and the hungry void, My name shall echo through prospective days. O careless conqueror! cold, abysmal grave! Is it not sad -- is it not sad, my heart -- To smother young ambition, and depart Unhonoured and unwilling, like death's slave? No rare immortal remnant of my thought Embalms my life; no poem, firmly reared Against the shock of time, ignobly feared, -- But all my life's progression come to nought. Hew Atlas! build a pyramid in a plain! Oh, cool the fever burning in my brain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD THE HARLEM DANCER by CLAUDE MCKAY TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY ON KEAN'S HAMLET by WASHINGTON ALLSTON THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE: PART 5 by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: EROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |