EpitaphHenry Dixon CowellHeap 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.
← LibraryHenry Dixon Cowell · songEpitaphEpitaph by Henry Dixon Cowell with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongEpitaphHenry Dixon CowellHeaphˈiːpnotnˈɒtonˈɒnthisðˈɪsmoundmˈaʊndRosesɹˈəʊzɪzthatðˈætsheʃˈiːlovedlˈʌvdsosˈəʊwellwˈɛl;Whywˈaɪbewilderbɪwˈɪldɐherhˈɜːwithwˈɪðrosesɹˈəʊzɪz,Thatðˈætsheʃˈiːcannotˈkænɒtseesˈiːorˈɔːsmellsmˈɛl?SheʃˈiːisˈɪzhappyhˈæpiwherewˈeəsheʃˈiːlieslˈaɪzWithwˈɪðtheðədustdˈʌstuponəpˈɒnherhˈɜːeyesˈaɪz.