Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light;
And weep for me, lost in an endless night.
Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,
Who writ for many. Benedicte.
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Weep for the dead, for they have lost this light;
And weep for me, lost in an endless night.
Or mourn, or make a marble verse for me,
Who writ for many. Benedicte.
“Know by the words here mingled
What love hath made my heart his stead,
Glowing like flame beneath thin jade.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”