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Epitaphium Erotii Post by :jacki Category :Poems Author :Robert Louis Stevenson Date :May 2010 Read :3154

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Epitaphium Erotii

HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years old
Fate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold,
Who shall succeed me in my rural field),
To this small spirit annual honours yield!
Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I crave
And this, in thy green farm, the only grave.









The End
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: Epitaphium Erotii

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