Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson I long to shape in stone What life has meant to me, That my delight be known To all eternity. Though in love's praise I give To time frail words alone, Yet may not song outlive All perishable stone? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments