Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.


The Collected Poems of S. Weir Mitchell (ed. 1896)

Silas Weir Mitchell Quotes

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.

Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.