I who loved Beauty was not beautiful; I cherished Truth, and yet I was not true; I who remembered am so soon forgotten, But I loved you.
I who loved Mirth was well-acquaint with sorrow; I honored Freedom, yet I was not free; But once, indeed, I knew the just equation, For you loved me.
Note: This poem was found unsigned on a Greek epitaph. It was translated by Christopher Morley. This was the first poem we discussed in my Eng11 class last semester and I soo liked it. Hope you do as well. Enjoy!Ü
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