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Epitaph

by Edna St. Vincent Millay, 1921

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.

Published in Second April
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