They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remember'd how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
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.
Heraclitus
William (johnson) Cory
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Poem topics: away, death, remember, sky, sun, dear, hear, tired, long, bitter, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Vivienne Ellis : I absolutely love it. It encapsulates an old warm friendship, loving and true.
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