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STELLA'S EPITAPH (WHICH AUTHOR HOPES WILL LIVE AS LONG AS SHE DOES), by                    
First Line: Here rests poor stella's restless part
Last Line: What, no more worlds, ye gods!' -- and died.
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


HERE rests poor Stella's restless part:
A riddle! but I loved her heart.
Through life she rushed, a headlong wave,
And never slept, but in her grave.
Some wit, I think, and worth she had:
No saint indeed, nor yet quite mad;
But laughed, built castles, rhymed and sung,
'Was everything, but nothing long.'
Some honest truths she would let fall;
But much too wise to tell you all.
From thought to thought incessant hurled,
Her scheme was but -- to rule the world.
At morn she won it with her eyes,
At night, when beauty sickening sighs,
Like the mad Macedonian cried,
'What, no more worlds, ye gods!' -- and died.





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