Greatness
MIDST noble monuments, alone at eve
I wandered, reading records of the dead, —
In spite of praise forgotten past recall;
And near, so sheltered one might scarce perceive,
I found a lowly headstone, and I read
The word upon it: Hawthorne — that was all.
I wandered, reading records of the dead, —
In spite of praise forgotten past recall;
And near, so sheltered one might scarce perceive,
I found a lowly headstone, and I read
The word upon it: Hawthorne — that was all.
Florence Earle Coates.