THIS mound in some remote and dateless day Reared o'er a chieftain of the age of hills, May here detain thee, traveller! from thy road Not idly lingering. In his narrow house Some warrior sleeps below; his gallant deeds Haply at many a solemn festival The bard has harped, but perished is the song Of praise, as o'er these bleak and barren downs The wind that passes and is heard no more. Go, traveller, and remember when the pomp Of earthly glory fades, that one good deed Unseen, unheard, unnoted by mankind, Lives in the eternal register of heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COSMIC TRAIL by EDWIN M. ABBOTT KNOW THYSELF by WILLIAM ARBUTHNOT PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 79. AL-TAWWAB by EDWIN ARNOLD ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES |