Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELEGY OVER A TOMB, by EDWARD HERBERT Poet's Biography First Line: Must I then see, alas! Eternal night Last Line: Or hope relief. Alternate Author Name(s): Cherbury, 1st Baron Herbert Of; Herbert Of Cherbury, Edward Herbert, 1st Baron; Herbert Of Cherbury, Lord | ||||||||
Must I then see, alas! eternal night Sitting upon those fairest eyes, And closing all those beams, which once did rise So radiant and bright, That light and heat in them to us did prove Knowledge and Love? Oh, if you did delight no more to stay Upon this low and earthly stage, But rather chose an endless heritage, Tell us at least, we pray, Where all the beauties that those ashes owed Are now bestowed? Doth the sun now his light with yours renew? Have waves the curling of your hair? Did you restore unto the sky and air The red, and white, and blue? Have you vouchsafed to flowers since your death That sweetest breath? Had not Heaven's lights else in their houses slept, Or to some private life retired? Must not the sky and air have else conspired? And in their regions wept? Must not each flower else the earth could breed Have been a weed? But thus enriched may we not yield some cause Why they themselves lament no more? That must have changed the course they held before, And broke their proper laws, Had not your beauties given this second birth To Heaven and Earth? Tell us -- for oracles must still ascend, For those that crave them at your tomb -- Tell us, where are those beauties now become, And what they now intend: Tell us, alas, that cannot tell our grief, Or hope relief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT EPITAPH FOR SIR PHILIP SIDNEY, AT ST. PAUL'S WITHOUT A MONUMENT ... by EDWARD HERBERT TO HIS WATCH, WHEN HE COULD NOT SLEEP by EDWARD HERBERT A DESCRIPTION by EDWARD HERBERT A DITTY MADE BY LORENZO ALLEGRE TO ONE SLEEPING TO BE SUNG by EDWARD HERBERT A DIVINE LOVE by EDWARD HERBERT A MEDITATION UPON HIS WAX CANDLE BURNING OUT by EDWARD HERBERT A MERRY RHYME SENT TO THE LADY WROTH .. BIRTH OF LORD PEMBROKE'S CHILD by EDWARD HERBERT |
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