Hew hard the marble from the mountain's heart Where hardest night holds fast in iron gloom Gems brighter than an April dawn in bloom, That his Memnonian likeness thence may star; Revealed, whose hand in high funereal art Carved night, and chiseled shadow: be the tomb That speaks him famous graven with signs of doom Intrenched inevitable in lines athwart, As on some thunder-blasted Titan's brow His record of rebellion. Not the day Shall strike forth music from so stern a chord, Touching this marble: darkness, none knows how, And stars impenetrable of midnight, may So looms the likeness of thy soul, John Ford. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FOREST HYMN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ODE TO WISDOM by ELIZABETH CARTER MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |