Behold these flowers ''" let us be up with Time not dreaming of 3000 years ago. Erect ourselves and let those columns lie ''" not stoop to raise a foil against the sky ''" Where is the spirit of that time but in this present day this present line 3000 years ago are not agone ''" they are still lingering here aye every one, Where there is memory which com- pelleth time the nurse's mother and the muses nine ''" There are all ages ''" past and future time unwearied memory that does not forget the actions of the past ''" that does not forego ''" to stamp them freshly ''" . That old mortality industrious to retouch the mon- uments of time, in the world's cemetery through-out every clime/ And Memnon's mother sprightly greets us now Wears still her youthful blushes on her brow And Carnac's columns why stand they on the plain? T'enjoy our opportunities they would fain remain This is my Carnac whose unmeasured dome Shelters the measuring art & measurer's home Whose propylaeum is the system nigh And sculptured facade the visible sky | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLARE'S GHOST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DARK VISITOR by ANNE MILLAY BREMER PACCHIAROTTO AND HOW HE WORKED IN DISTEMPER by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: FATIMA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |