Let Zeus Record（VII）

None watched with me

who watched his fluttering breath,

none brought white roses,

none the roses red;

many had loved,

had sought him luminous,

when he was blithe

and purple draped his bed;

yet when Love fell

struck down with plague and war,

you lay white myrrh-buds

on the darkened lintel;

you fastened blossom

to the smitten sill;

let Zeus record this,

daring Death to mar.