No, I shall not be writ in water,
but carved in stone,
and charred upon the hearts,
of all who ever held me beloved.
I shall haunt the lonely hours,
burning the midnight oil,
and the candle from both ends,
as none know peace after me.
I am the water, the stone, these words,
for my name is a branding,
and scarred upon the souls,
of all I ever longed for.
No. I shall not be writ in water.
Here lies one whose name was writ in water. – John Keats