FORGET me, if you will; Grind you my bones to dust; I shall be laughing still; Your hearts shall get my thrust. I have not asked for grace Nor honour in this day; But, though you grind my face, My soul you cannot slay. Give me the thorny days, You shall not quell my speech; Plaster and paint and praise Change not the things I teach. In joy and law and pain I, the Eternal Fool, Shall come and laugh again In song and blood and rule. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET CRIES: 6. TO RICHARD WAGNER by SIDNEY LANIER STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |