ISO THE ISLES AND SHRINES OF GREECE
boy who passed me one day on his bier. Death and
sleep seemed to be twins. Without shroud or coverlet
save the flowers around him, dressed as if for a fete,
not a grave, it seemed as if the chant of the mourners
had only soothed him to slumber.
boy who passed me one day on his bier. Death and
sleep seemed to be twins. Without shroud or coverlet
save the flowers around him, dressed as if for a fete,
not a grave, it seemed as if the chant of the mourners
had only soothed him to slumber.