Author Richard Aldington If I die, Cleobulus—for I lie here with the greater part of me consumed with love and the rest in ashes—before you lay me under the ground, sprinkle my urn with wine and write upon it: “Love's gift to Death!” Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments