DEAR, think not that they will forget you: -- If craftsmanly art should be mine I will build up a temple, and set you Therein as its shrine. They may say: "Why a woman such honour?" -- Be told, "O, so sweet was her fame, That a man heaped this splendour upon her; None now knows his name." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART OF THE BRUCE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN RAIN MUSIC by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE GREENWOOD SHRIFT; GEORGE III AND A DYING WOMAN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ROBERT SOUTHEY AT PORT ROYAL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HANDSOME KNIGHT by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |