Epitaphium Erotii
Read 'Epitaphium Erotii' by 'Robert Louis Stevenson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years old
Fate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold,
Who shall succeed me in my rural field),
To this small spirit annual honours yield!
Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I crave
And this, in thy green farm, the only grave.
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