Passer Mortuus Est
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness,--presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation, And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
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"Death devours all lovely things;..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Edna St. Vincent Millay delivers a powerful performance in "Passer Mortuus Est"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...