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!
3 мин
СлушатьPoem Halleck monument dedication
0
0
11
Подарок
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr. (March 8, 1841 – March 6, 1935) was an American jurist who served as an Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the …
Другие работы автора
For the Moore Centennial Celebration
I ER f Erin, whs magi has bun us, Thy wan fr n mmnt w fnly wul laim, Entran whil it summns th phantms arun us That blush int lif at th sun f thy nam Th tll-tals f mmry wak frm thir slumbrs,— I ...…
Union and Liberty
AG f th hrs wh lft us thir glry, Brn thrugh thir battl-fils' thunr an flam, Blazn in sng an illumin in stry, Wav 'r us all wh inhrit thir fam Up with ur bannr bright, Sprinkl with starry light, Spra it...…
Bill and Joe
ME, ar l mra, yu an I Will stal an hur frm ays gn by, Th shining ays whn lif was nw, An all was bright with mrning w, Th lusty ays f lng ag, Whn yu wr Bill an I was J Yur nam may flaunt a titl trail Pr...…
God Save The Flag
Wash in th bl f th brav an th blming, Snath frm th altars f inslnt fs, Burning with star-firs, but nvr nsuming, Flash its bra ribbns f lily an rs…
Комментарии
Вам нужно войти , чтобы оставить комментарий