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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

My Epitaph

David Gray (1838–1861)

BELOW lies one whose name was traced in sand:

He died, not knowing what it was to live:

Died, while the first sweet consciousness of manhood

To maiden thoughts electrified his soul,

Faint heatings in the calyx of the rose.

Bewilder’d reader, pass without a sigh

In a proud sorrow! There is life with God

In other kingdom of a sweeter air.

In Eden every flower is blown: Amen.