IN after days when grasses high O'er-top the stone where I shall lie, Though ill or well the world adjust My slender claim to honour'd dust, I shall not question nor reply. I shall not see the morning sky; I shall not hear the night-wind sigh; I shall be mute, as all men must In after days! But yet, now living, fain would I That some one then should testify, Saying -- 'He held his pen in trust To Art, not serving shame or lust.' Will none? -- Then let my memory die In after days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON INFERENTIAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OLD TRAILS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE |