Poem Halleck monument dedication

AY not the Poet dies!          Though in the dust he lies,          He cannot forfeit his melodious breath,          Unsphered by envious death!          Life drops the voiceless myriads from its roll;          Their fate he cannot share,          Who, in the enchanted air          Sweet with the lingering strains that Echo stole,          Has left his dearer self, the music of his soul!          We o'er his turf may raise          Our notes of feeble praise,          And carve with pious care for after eyes          The stone with "Here he lies;"          He for himself has built a nobler shrine,          Whose walls of stately rhyme          Roll back the tides of time,          While o'er their gates the gleaming tablets shine          That wear his name inwrought with many a golden line!          Call not our Poet dead,          Though on his turf we tread!          Green is the wreath their brows so long have worn,—          The minstrels of the morn,          Who, while the Orient burned with new-born flame,          Caught that celestial fire          And struck a Nation's lyre!          These taught the western winds the poet's name;          Theirs the first opening buds, the maiden flowers of fame!          Count not our Poet dead!          The stars shall watch his bed,          The rose of June its fragrant life renew          His blushing mound to strew,          And all the tuneful throats of summer swell          With trills as crystal-clear          As when he wooed the ear          Of the young muse that haunts each wooded dell,          With songs of that "rough land" he loved so long and well!          He sleeps; he cannot die!          As evening's long-drawn sigh,          Lifting the rose-leaves on his peaceful mound,          Spreads all their sweets around,          So, laden with his song, the breezes blow          From where the rustling sedge          Frets our rude ocean's edge          To the smooth sea beyond the peaks of snow.          His soul the air enshrines and leaves but dust below!