Chapter 7

I’ll be your Epitaph

I’ll be your Epitaph

Over your dear dead heart I’ll liftAs blithely as a bough,Saying, “Here lies the cruel song,Cruelly quiet now.”I’ll say, “Here lies the lying sword,Still dripping with my truth;Here lies the woven sheath I made,Embroidered with my youth.”I’ll sing, “Here lies, here lies, here lies—”Ah, rust in peace below!Passers will wonder at my words,But your dark dust will know.

Over your dear dead heart I’ll liftAs blithely as a bough,Saying, “Here lies the cruel song,Cruelly quiet now.”I’ll say, “Here lies the lying sword,Still dripping with my truth;Here lies the woven sheath I made,Embroidered with my youth.”I’ll sing, “Here lies, here lies, here lies—”Ah, rust in peace below!Passers will wonder at my words,But your dark dust will know.

Over your dear dead heart I’ll liftAs blithely as a bough,Saying, “Here lies the cruel song,Cruelly quiet now.”

Over your dear dead heart I’ll lift

As blithely as a bough,

Saying, “Here lies the cruel song,

Cruelly quiet now.”

I’ll say, “Here lies the lying sword,Still dripping with my truth;Here lies the woven sheath I made,Embroidered with my youth.”

I’ll say, “Here lies the lying sword,

Still dripping with my truth;

Here lies the woven sheath I made,

Embroidered with my youth.”

I’ll sing, “Here lies, here lies, here lies—”Ah, rust in peace below!Passers will wonder at my words,But your dark dust will know.

I’ll sing, “Here lies, here lies, here lies—”

Ah, rust in peace below!

Passers will wonder at my words,

But your dark dust will know.

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