Dear, think not that they will forget you:
       &nbsp - If craftsmanly art should be mine
I will build up a temple, and set you
       &nbsp       &nbsp Therein as its shrine.

They may say: “Why a woman such honour?”
       &nbsp - Be told, “O, so sweet was her fame,
That a man heaped this splendour upon her;
       &nbsp       &nbsp None now knows his name.”