 | In the Dorian Mood |  |
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EPITAPHIUM CITHARISTRIÆ
Stand not uttering sedately
Trite oblivious praise above her!
Rather say you saw her lately
Lightly kissing her last lover
Trite oblivious praise above her!
Rather say you saw her lately
Lightly kissing her last lover
Whisper not, ‘There is a reason
Why we bring her no white blossom:’
Since the snowy bloom's in season
Strow it on her sleeping bosom:
Why we bring her no white blossom:’
Since the snowy bloom's in season
Strow it on her sleeping bosom:
Oh, for it would be a pity
To o'erpraise her or to flout her:
She was wild, and sweet, and witty—
Let's not say dull things about her.
To o'erpraise her or to flout her:
She was wild, and sweet, and witty—
Let's not say dull things about her.
| In the Dorian Mood | |