Thomas Bailey Aldrich

1836-1907

 

Epitaphs

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

"Honest Iago." When his breath was fled
Doubtless these words were carven at his head.
Such lying epitaphs are like a rose
That in unlovely earth takes root and grows.

Source:

Flower And Thorn: Later Poems
Copyright 1876
James R. Osgood And Company, Boston