A Bundle of Myrrh (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from A Bundle of Myrrh When I - the fool - am dead, There will be one to stand above my head, Her wan lips yearning toward my quiet lips That stung her soul so oft with bitter cries. And I shall feel forgiving finger-tips And I shall hear her saying with her sighs: "This fool I mothered sucked a bitter breast; His life was fever and his soul was fire: O burning fool, O restless fool at rest, None knew but I how high you could aspire, None knew but I how deep your soul could sink!" And when these words above the fool are said, The others ranged about the room shall think The fool is dead. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.