WHEN, to their airy hall, my fathers' voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, Or, dark in mist, descend the mountain's side; Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns To mark the spot where earth to earth returns! No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone; My epitaph shall be my name alone; If that with honour fail to crown my clay, Oh may no other fame my deeds repay! That, only that, shall single out the spot; By that remember'd, or with that forgot. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE IMPORTANCE OF GREEN by JAMES GALVIN ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |