Epitaph
Heap not on this mound
Roses that she loved so well:
Why bewilder her with roses,
That she cannot see or smell?
She is happy where she lies
With the dust upon her eyes.
Roses and funeral lilies perceived, faintly, through an indistinct, ghostly mist.
Roses, lilies. A cemetery. Mist - white, ethereal, otherwordly mist. An old-looking tombstone
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