Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
HeraclitusWilliam Johnson Cory (18231892)
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They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
A handful of grey ashes, long long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.