This mound in some remote and dateless day <br />Rear'd o'er a Chieftain of the Age of Hills, <br />May here detain thee Traveller! from thy road <br />Not idly lingering. In his narrow house <br />Some Warrior sleeps below: his gallant deeds <br />Haply at many a solemn festival <br />The Bard has harp'd, but perish'd is the song <br />Of praise, as o'er these bleak and barren downs <br />The wind that passes and is heard no more. <br />Go Traveller on thy way, and contemplate <br />Glory's brief pageant, and remember then <br />That one good deed was never wrought in vain.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inscription-05-for-a-monument-at-silbury-hill/
