WERE but this marble vocal, there Such an elogium would appear, As might, though truth did dictate, move Distrust in either Faith or Love; As ample knowledge as could rest Enshrined in a mortal's breast, Which ne'ertheless did open lie, Uncovered by humility; A heart, which piety had chose To be her altar, whence arose Such smoking sacrifices, that We here can only wonder at; A honey tongue, that could dispense Torrents of sacred eloquence, And yet how far inferior stand Unto a learned curious hand? That 'tis no wonder, if this stone, Because it cannot speak, doth groan; For could mortality assent, These ashes might prove eloquent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE EAGLE OF THE BLUE by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY TO SCIENCE; SONNET by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |