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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
EPITAPH.
He roamed half round this world of woe,
Where toil and labour never cease;
Then dropped one little span below,
In search of Peace.
Where toil and labour never cease;
Then dropped one little span below,
In search of Peace.
And now to him mild beams and showers,
All that he needs to grace his tomb,
From loneliest regions, at all hours.
Unsought-for come.
All that he needs to grace his tomb,
From loneliest regions, at all hours.
Unsought-for come.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |