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Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay's other poems:- Tenderly, in Those Times
- It Came into Her Mind
- From the Wan Dream
- What’s This of Death, from You Who Never Will Die?
- Not Over-Kind nor Over-Quick
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Samuel Coleridge Epitaph ("Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God") Percy Shelley Epitaph ("These are two friends whose lives were undivided") 1822Abraham Cowley Epitaph ("Underneath this marble stone") Katherine Philips Epitaph ("What on Earth deserves our trust?") Thomas Hardy Epitaph ("I never cared for Life: Life cared for me") Elinor Wylie Epitaph ("For this she starred her eyes with salt") Walter Scott Epitaph ("AMID these aisles, where once his precepts showed") Robert Southey Epitaph ("HERE, in the fruitful vales of Somerset") George Byron Epitaph ("Posterity will ne’er survey") January 2, 1820Dorothy Parker Epitaph ("The first time I died, I walked my ways") Emily Dickinson Epitaph ("Step lightly on this narrow spot!") Donald Blanding Epitaph ("Do not carve on stone or wood")
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