ALTERNATIVE EPITAPHS

“—— of heart-failure.”

(i)

Death touched me where your head had lain.

What other spot could he have found

So tender to receive a wound,

So versed in all the arts of pain?

(ii)

Love came, and gave me wind and sun,

Love went, and left me light and air.

Nor gave he anything more fair

Than what I found when he was gone.

HERE END THE TWELVE POEMS BY EDITH WHARTON, PRINTED IN THE RICCARDI PRESS FOUNT AT THE CHISWICK PRESS FOR THE MEDICI SOCIETY, LONDON. MDCCCCXXVI

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