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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
An Epicurean’s Epitaph
Aubrey Thomas De Vere (b. 1814)
WHEN from my lips the last faint sigh is blown
  By Death, dark waver of Lethean plumes,
O! press not then with monumental stone
  This forehead smooth, nor weigh me down with glooms
    From green bowers, gray with dew,        5
    Of Rosemary and Rue.
Choose for my bed some bath of sculptur’d marble
  Wreath’d with gay nymphs; and lay me—not alone—
Where sunbeams fall, flowers wave, and light birds warble,
  To those who lov’d me murmuring in soft tone,        10
“Here lies our friend, from pain secure and cold;
And spreads his limbs in peace under the sun-warm’d mould!”


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