SAY 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!

Analysis, meaning and summary of Oliver Wendell Holmes's poem Poem (Halleck monument dedication)

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