AN EPITAPH
LAST, Stone, a little yet;And then this dust forget.But thou, fair Rose, bloom on.For she who is goneWas lovely too; nor would she grieve to beSharing in solitude her dreams with thee.
LAST, Stone, a little yet;And then this dust forget.But thou, fair Rose, bloom on.For she who is goneWas lovely too; nor would she grieve to beSharing in solitude her dreams with thee.
LAST, Stone, a little yet;And then this dust forget.But thou, fair Rose, bloom on.For she who is goneWas lovely too; nor would she grieve to beSharing in solitude her dreams with thee.
LAST, Stone, a little yet;
And then this dust forget.
But thou, fair Rose, bloom on.
For she who is gone
Was lovely too; nor would she grieve to be
Sharing in solitude her dreams with thee.
TRANSCRIBER'S NOTESSilently corrected simple spelling, grammar, and typographical errors.Retained anachronistic and non-standard spellings as printed.
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