UPON thy tomb 't is graven, "Here lies one Whose name is writ in water." Could there be A flight of Fancy fitlier feigned for thee, A fairer motto for her favorite son? For, as the wave, thy varying numbers run -- Now crested proud in tidal majesty, Now tranquil as the twilight reverie Of some dim lake the white moon looks upon While teems the world with silence. Even there, In each Protean rainbow-tint that stains The breathing canvas of the atmosphere, We read an exhalation of thy strains. Thus, on the scroll of Nature, everywhere, Thy name, a deathless syllable, remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE by THOMAS WYATT JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPH UPON A CHILD THAT DIED by ROBERT HERRICK WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON THE STATUE OF AN ANGEL, BY BIENAIME by WASHINGTON ALLSTON |