On Stone Poem by Ambrose Bierce

On Stone



As in a dream, strange epitaphs I see,
Inscribed on yet unquarried stone,
Where wither flowers yet unstrown
The Campo Santo of the time to be.

Saturday, September 29, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,flowers
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Ambrose Bierce

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