To the quick brow Fame grudges her best wreath While the quick heart to enjoy it throbs beneath: On the dead forehead's sculptured marble shown, Lo, her choice crown -- its flowers are also stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIRGE FOR A SOLDIER [SEPTEMBER 1, 1862] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |