"Not marble nor the gilded monuments..."
by William Shakespeare
                          Not
marbles nor the gilded monuments
                          Of
princes shall outlive this power'rful rhyme,
                          Buy
you shall shine more bright in these contents
                          Than
upswept stone, besmeared with sluttish time.
                          When
wasteful war shall statues overturn,
                          And
broils root out the work of masonry,
                          Nor
Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
                          The
living record of your memory.
                          'Gainst
death and all oblivious enmity
                          Shall
you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
                          Even
in the eyes of all posterity
                          That
wear this world out to the ending doom.
                              So,
till the Judgment that yourself arise,
    
                         You
live in this and dwell in lovers' eyes.
"Not Marble Nor the Gilded Monuments" -- for
Adele
by Archibald MacLeish
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