Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Epitaph"
Epitaph
Grieve not for happy Claudius, he is dead;
And empty is his skull.
Pity no longer, arm-in-arm with Dread,
Walks in that polished hall.
Joy, too, is fled.
But no man can have all.
Grieve not for happy Claudius, he is dead;
And empty is his skull.
Pity no longer, arm-in-arm with Dread,
Walks in that polished hall.
Joy, too, is fled.
But no man can have all.