POETRY. DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM
She was not wife nor Bister unto me, And yet I would that softly she should ]£c ; And yet I -would that never passer-by Breathe o'er her grave one word of calumny. A wanton butterfly— striped gaudily, An hour's plaything— inado of tinsel gold ; I do not grieve because the heart lies «old, For it never throbbed one throb for me. Yet somewhere on the great discordant earth One note is stilled that answered to her touch, And one has grieved for her — if over much Or but a little— showing she had worth. So leave her very quiet on her loier, Mark not the headstone with one fingerstain. Who 'knows? Some day she, too, may witke again, And live the whiter for h.er Buffering here. — M. Buekingbhaw, in the Australasian.
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Evening Post, Volume LIV, Issue 75, 25 September 1897, Page 2 (Supplement)
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137POETRY. DE MORTUIS NIL NISI BONUM Evening Post, Volume LIV, Issue 75, 25 September 1897, Page 2 (Supplement)
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