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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPITAPH: 30, by MARGARET SACKVILLE Poet's Biography
First Line: Year out year in, I took my daily pleasure
Last Line: Death (whom I scarce believed in) sprang on me.
Subject(s): Death; Epitaphs; Dead, The
First Line: Year out year in, I took my daily pleasure
Last Line: Death (whom I scarce believed in) sprang on me.
Subject(s): Death; Epitaphs; Dead, The
Year out year in, I took my daily pleasure
In ways serene beyond the common measure,
So was the more surprised when suddenly
Death (whom I scarce believed in) sprang on me.
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