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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, WRITTEN AT THE COUCH OF A DYING PARENT, by ELIZA COOK Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis midnight! And pale melancholy stands
Last Line: And let sweet slumber lull my weeping woe.
Subject(s): Death - Mothers; Dead, The
First Line: Tis midnight! And pale melancholy stands
Last Line: And let sweet slumber lull my weeping woe.
Subject(s): Death - Mothers; Dead, The
'Tis midnight! and pale Melancholy stands
Beside me, wearing a funereal wreath
Of yew and cypress; the faint dirge of death
Moans in her breathing, while her withered hands
Fling corse-bedecking rosemary around.
She offers nightshade, spreads a winding-sheet,
Points to the clinging clay upon her feet,
And whispers tidings of the charnel ground.
Oh! pray thee, Melancholy, do not bring
These bitter emblems with thee; I can bear
With all but these, -- 'tis these, oh God! that wring
And plunge my heart in maddening despair.
Hence, for a while, pale Melancholy, go!
And let sweet slumber lull my weeping woe.
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