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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fame [One thousand years I slept beneath the sod]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One thousand years I slept beneath the sod,<br>My sleep in 1901 beginning,<br>Then, by the action of some scurvy god<br>Who happened then to recollect my sinning,<br>I was revived and given another inning.<br>On breaking from my grave I saw a crowd<br>A formless multitude of men and women,<br>Gathered about a ruin. Clamors loud<br>I heard, and curses deep enough to swim in;<br>And, pointing at me, one said: 'Let's put _him_ in.'<br>Then each turned on me with an evil look,<br>As in my ragged shroud I stood and shook.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Nay, good Posterity,' I cried, 'forbear!<br>If that's a jail I fain would be remaining<br>Outside, for truly I should little care<br>To catch my death of cold. I'm just regaining<br>The life lost long ago by my disdaining<br>To take precautions against draughts like those<br>That, haply, penetrate that cracked and splitting<br>Old structure.' Then an aged wight arose<br>From a chair of state in which he had been sitting,<br>And with preliminary coughing, spitting<br>And wheezing, said: ''T is not a jail, we're sure,<br>Whate'er it may have been when it was newer.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">''T was found two centuries ago, o'ergrown<br>With brush and ivy, all undoored, ungated;<br>And in restoring it we found a stone<br>Set here and there in the dilapidated<br>And crumbling frieze, inscribed, in antiquated<br>Big characters, with certain uncouth names,<br>Which we conclude were borne of old by awful<br>Rapscallions guilty of all sinful games<br>Vagrants engaged in purposes unlawful,<br>And orators less sensible than jawful.<br>So each ten years we add to the long row<br>A name, the most unworthy that we know.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342789" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'But why,' I asked, 'put _me_ in?' He replied:<br>'You look it'-and the judgment pained me greatly;<br>Right gladly would I then and there have died,<br>But that I'd risen from the grave so lately.<br>But on examining that solemn, stately<br>Old ruin I remarked: 'My friend, you err<br>The truth of this is just what I expected.<br>This building in its time made quite a stir.<br>I lived (was famous, too) when 't was erected.<br>The names here first inscribed were much respected.<br>This is the Hall of Fame, or I'm a stork,<br>And this goat pasture once was called New York.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a></strong></div>