Gaze long upon this length of lifeless deal,
Carved with rude cipher or with ill-cut name.
Here youthful hands have wrought to set their seal
Of immortality. No idle fame
For those too-soon-forgotten names they sought,
Only that others, seeing them, might say,
These too were young and here have something brought
Of youth's high heart, ere going each his way.
These names, that thus have sung the joyous song
Of youth's endeavour, now must fade and die