THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind <br />Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind <br />The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom <br />Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-one-who-loved-not-poetry/
