If someday on a stone you read
My name, by a dying flower
Please find one memory to cherish
Some hope, for a dreadful hour.
Wreathe it in an ivy circlet,
With the wisp of a silky ribbon;
We'll make of the bare bones of love
A feast, whether taken or given.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 10:28 AM UTC
If someday on a stone you read
My name, by a dying flower
Please find one memory to cherish
Some hope, for a dreadful hour.
Wreathe it in an ivy circlet,
With the wisp of a silky ribbon;
We'll make of the bare bones of love
A feast, whether taken or given.
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