I <br />Give to brave deeds emblazoned shrines <br />Where reverent memories may throng. <br />For them Art draws her perfect lines <br />In stone, in color, and in song. <br /> <br />II <br />For the Sierra Club Lodge in Yosemite Valley <br /> <br />Here, traveller, pause along your upward way— <br />Enter and rest, and search your soul today. <br />High are the mountains where your feet would fare— <br />Let wisdom lead, that joy may find you there. <br /> <br />III <br />The Monument by Saint-Gaudens in Rock Creek Cemetery, Washington <br /> <br />I WAS a woman who now sleep so still. <br />I laughed and wept, I loved and had my will. <br />Com'st thou to question? com'st thou here to <br />pray? Life nor death matters now, nor good nor ill.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quatrains-4/
