To Those Who’ve Fail’d

To those who’ve fail’d, in aspiration vast, To unnam’d soldiers fallen in front on the lead, To calm, devoted engineers--to over-ardent travelers--to pilots on their ships, To many a lofty song and picture without recognition--I’d rear laurel-cover’d monument, High, high above the rest--To all cut off before their time, Possess’d by some strange spirit of fire, Quench’d by an early death.