Underneath this greedy stone, Lies little sweet Erotion; Whom the Fates, with hearts as cold, Nipt away at six years old. Thou, whoever thou mayst be, That hast this small field after me, Let the yearly rites be paid To her little slender shade; So shall no disease or jar Hurt thy house, or chill thy Lar; But this tomb here be alone, The only melancholy stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |