The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts




HIS FAME the mock of shallow wits,
His name the jest of fool and child,
Remains the dream he fixed in form,
Remains the stone he hewed and piled.

Untouched by scorn that dogged his way


Ere the great task was well begun,
He drudged to give the vision life
And died content when it was done.

They pass, the mockers, and are dust,
While stars conspire to enscroll his name.


When roaring guns are fallen to rust
This granite shall attest his fame.

Eternal as the returning rose,
Impregnable as the perfect rhyme,
Through the long sequence of the suns

His dream in stone shall outwear Time.