Classic Poem

ODE I

When I am gone, and these of mine remaine,
If these, or ought which I call mine, shall Stay,
Read over what I leave, and you againe
Adde to the Sand of Time; and give my Day
As glorious Life, as when I stood to breath:
Hee Dyes not; who Survives his Dust, in Death.

I doe not Beg a Life, beyond my Fate,
Or aske the Courtesie, you would not give;
Tis neither You, nor I, can set a Date
To written Numbers, if a Muse bid live.
And these may Live; who knowes, when winds disperse
My Earth in Atomes, Men shall read this verse.