30.07.2007, 10:15
Charles Lamb
Who were the heads of that great company
Where Lamb toiled as a clerk the livelong day?
Their proud imperial names have passed away,
Like ships long sunk beneath Oblivion's sea;
Yet his fair life looms up triumphantly,
And o'er the buried past holds kingly sway;
As ivy climbs an abbey in decay,
Forever keeping green a memory.
For Nature's heart on beauty is so set
She would not lose a flower the Past once gave,
But keeps the mould with dews of heaven wet.
Divinely cherishing what Time should save;
As when our loved ones fade and we forget,
The rose still scents the long-forgotten grave.
Who were the heads of that great company
Where Lamb toiled as a clerk the livelong day?
Their proud imperial names have passed away,
Like ships long sunk beneath Oblivion's sea;
Yet his fair life looms up triumphantly,
And o'er the buried past holds kingly sway;
As ivy climbs an abbey in decay,
Forever keeping green a memory.
For Nature's heart on beauty is so set
She would not lose a flower the Past once gave,
But keeps the mould with dews of heaven wet.
Divinely cherishing what Time should save;
As when our loved ones fade and we forget,
The rose still scents the long-forgotten grave.