So love is dead that has been quick so long! Close, then, his eyes, and bear him to his rest, With eglantine and myrtle on his breast, And leave him there, their pleasant scents among; And chant a sweet and melancholy song About the charms whereof he was possessed, And how of all things he was loveliest, And to compare with aught were him to wrong. Leave him beneath the still and solemn stars, That gather and look down from their far place With their long calm our brief woes to deride, Until the Sun the Morning's gate unbars And mocks, in turn, our sorrows with his face; -- And yet, had Love been Love, he had not died. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON FOUR QUARTETS: BURNT NORTON by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE BALLAD OF THE WOMEN OF PARIS by FRANCOIS VILLON WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH SEA-SONG by WILLIAM DRUMMOND BAKER OVID TO HIS WIFE: IMITATED FROM DIFFERENT PARTS OF TRISTIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |