Epitaph

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Epitaph was published in Millay's poetry collection, Second April (1921). 

     Heap not on this mound
       Roses that she loved so well;
     Why bewilder her with roses,
       That she cannot see or smell?
     She is happy where she lies
       With the dust upon her eyes.
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