Classic Epigram

Clark Ashton Smith

(From Christophe des Laurières)

Sweet Lesbia, when our love is done,
Leave no reproachful shade or blot,
No least reproof, on all or aught
That made us twain, that made us one:

Say only, Love has lived his hour
Blameless as any rose's bloom,
And faultless now his final doom
As is the dying of the flower.

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