Note 173 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.

Pillars of death, carved sirens, tearful urns, In whose sad keeping my poor dust is laid, To him, who near my tomb his footsteps turns, Stranger or Greek, bid hail; and say a maid Rests in her bloom below; her sire the name Of Baucis gave; her birth and lineage high; And say her bosom friend Erinna came And on this tomb engraved her elegy.