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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Epitaph
By José-Maria de Heredia (1842–1905)
 
After the Verses of Henri III.

Translation of Maurice Francis Egan

HERE sleeps, O passer, Hyacinth the Lord
  Of Maugiron, dead, gone, at rest:
  May God absolve and keep him near his breast;
Fallen to earth, he lies in holy sward.
None—even Quélus—wore the pearly cord,        5
  The plumèd cap, or ruff more meetly prest;
  Behold by a new Myron well exprest
A spray of hyacinth in marble scored.
And having kissed him and most tenderly
Placed him in coffin, Henry willed that he        10
  At Saint-Germain be laid;—fair, wan, he lies.
And wishing that such grief should never die,
He made in church, all changes to defy,
  This sweet, sad symbol of Apollo’s sighs.
 
 
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