Poems
THEME/S
A monument of music
Out-pyramidding all!
Seeing it none shall grieve
To see me fall—
None save the heart of you
That make no feast on fame:
What can you can for splendours
Signed with my name
If, to your sweetest calling
By word or waiting lip,
That monument is an answer
While the warn hungers slip
Out of my flesh for ever,
Leaving no joy to your lust
But the final hour of forgetting
My dust in your dust?
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