THE monument outlasting bronze
Was promised well by bards of old;
The lucid outline of their lay
Its sweet precision keeps for aye,
Fixed in the ductile language-gold.
But we who work with smaller skill,
And less refined material mold,
—This close conglomerate English speech,
Bequest of many tribes, that each
Brought here and wrought at from of old,
Residuum rough, eked out by rhyme,
Barbarian ornament uncouth,—
Our hope is less to last through Art
Than deeper searching of the heart,
Than broader range of uttered truth.
One keen-cut group, one deed or aim
Athenian Sophocles could show,
And rest content:—But Shakespeare’s stage
Must hold the glass to every age,—
A thousand forms and passions glow
Upon the world-wide canvas. So
With larger scope our art we ply;
And if the crown be harder won,
Diviner rays around it run,
With strains of fuller harmony.
(Francis Turner Palgrave)
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