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 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
ON STONE
As in a dream, strange epitaphs I see,Inscribed on yet unquarried stone,
Where wither flowers yet unstrown—
The Campo Santo of the time to be.
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |
Inscribed on yet unquarried stone,
Where wither flowers yet unstrown—
The Campo Santo of the time to be.