At length he laid his weary pen aside, Read the last notes of his great symphony, And loving it supremely, said with pride "Surely by this shall men remember me." A careless song that sprang from out his heart, That told the joys of earth, nor thought for fame, Alone survives his laboured works of art And saves for us an else forgotten name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |