Poems (Jordan)/Tombs in Westminster Abbey
TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY
The dust of which Immortal Man is made, Reason's vacant thrones,—their ashes here;Of Feeling's silent music halls, decayed Within these Time-dug trenches; (Rusty spearAnd faded olive-branch long hidden hands Survive, to greet our earthly human sight!)And feet, whose tracks lie deep in Hist'ry's sands, Are atoms of this Man cosmopolite.