Here you will find the Poem A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall of poet Lord George Gordon Byron
When, to their airy hall, my father's voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, Or, dark in mist, descend the mountains side; Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns, To mark the spot where earth to earth returns! No lengthen'd scroll, no praise-encumber'd stone; My epitaph shall be my name alone: If that with honour fail to crown my clay, Oh! may no other fame my deeds repay! That, only that, shall single out the spot; By that remember'd, or with that forgot.
