Classic Poem

M YRTALÉ , when I am gone
(Who was once Anacreon),
Lay these annals of my heart
In some secret shrine apart;
Into it put all my sighs,
All my lover's litanies,
All my vows and protestations,
All my jealous accusations,
All my hopes and all my fears,
All the tribute of my tears,—

Let it all be there inurned,
All my passion as it burned;
Label it, when I am gone,
‘Ashes of Anacreon.’