Epitaph(Edward) Maurice BeslyHeap not on this moundRoses that she loved so well;Why bewilder her with roses,That she cannot see or smell?She is happy where she liesWith the dust upon her eyes.
← Library(Edward) Maurice Besly · songEpitaphEpitaph by (Edward) Maurice Besly with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongEpitaph(Edward) Maurice BeslyHeaphˈiːpnotnˈɒtonˈɒnthisðˈɪsmoundmˈaʊndRosesɹˈəʊzɪzthatðˈætsheʃˈiːlovedlˈʌvdsosˈəʊwellwˈɛl;Whywˈaɪbewilderbɪwˈɪldɐherhˈɜːwithwˈɪðrosesɹˈəʊzɪz,Thatðˈætsheʃˈiːcannotˈkænɒtseesˈiːorˈɔːsmellsmˈɛl?SheʃˈiːisˈɪzhappyhˈæpiwherewˈeəsheʃˈiːlieslˈaɪzWithwˈɪðtheðədustdˈʌstuponəpˈɒnherhˈɜːeyesˈaɪz.