Churchill's Grave,  A Fact Literally Rendered by Lord Byron
Churchill's Grave,  A Fact Literally Rendered by Lord Byron

Churchill’s Grave, A Fact Literally Rendered

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Churchill's Grave, A Fact Literally Rendered by Lord Byron

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I stood beside the grave of him who blazed
The Comet of a season, and I saw
The humblest of all sepulchres, and gazed
&nbspWith not the less of sorrow and of awe
On that neglected turf and quiet stone,
With name no clearer than the names unknown,
Which lay unread around it; and I asked
&nbspThe Gardener of that ground, why it might be
That for this plant strangers his memory tasked,
&nbspThrough the thick deaths of half a century;
And thus he answered—"Well, I do not know
Why frequent travellers turn to pilgrims so;
He died before my day of Sextonship,
&nbspAnd I had not the digging of this grave."
And is this all? I thought,—and do we rip
&nbspThe veil of Immortality, and crave
I know not what of honour and of light
Through unborn ages, to endure this blight?
So soon, and so successless? As I said,
The Architect of all on which we tread,
For Earth is but a tombstone, did essay
To extricate remembrance from the clay,
Whose minglings might confuse a Newton's thought,
&nbspWere it not that all life must end in one,
Of which we are but dreamers;—as he caught
&nbspAs 'twere the twilight of a former Sun,
Thus spoke he,—"I believe the man of whom
You wot, who lies in this selected tomb,
Was a most famous writer in his day,
And therefore travellers step from out their way
To pay him honour,—and myself whate'er
&nbspYour honour pleases:"—then most pleased I shookl
&nbspFrom out my pocket's avaricious nook
Some certain coins of silver, which as 'twere
Perforce I gave this man, though I could spare
So much but inconveniently:—Ye smile,
I see ye, ye profane ones! all the while,
Because my homely phrase the truth would tell.
You are the fools, not I—for I did dwell
With a deep thought, and with a softened eye,
On that old Sexton's natural homily,
In which there was Obscurity and Fame,—
The Glory and the Nothing of a Name.

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