Ballads and Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

AN EPITAPH


 

WITH the orient in her eyes,
    Life my mistress lured me on.
“Knowledge,” said that look of hers,
    “Shall be yours when all is done.”

Like a pomegranate in halves,

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    “Drink me,” said that mouth of hers.
And I drank who now am here,
    Where my dust with dust confers.