Classic Poem

My heart leaps up when I behold
Those words above; they make me bold;
They levitate my weighty heart;
They cheer me up about My Art.

For now I know Posterity
In, say, Two Thousand Thirty Three,
Searching among the ancient files
For quips and cranks and quondam wiles

Will not, in quest of perished power,
Exhume this morning's Conning Tower,
And sigh (that's what I feel so grand for)
" Great grief! what stuff they used to stand for! "