OH Death! How has thy utmost malice sped! Thou hast Love's Kingdom quite impov'rished; Cropt Beauty's flower, put out our chiefest light, And one small stone deprives us of her sight. Our joy's extinct, we're left in discontent, Stript of our honour, and our ornament: But to her fame thou ne'er canst put an end, Thy power but o'er her body did extend. For her pure soul above is glorify'd As brightest star, she's there the Heaven's pride: And here her virtuous deeds shall never die, But be admir'd by all posterity. New Glorious Angel, thou that dwell'st above, And with more powerful charms attractest Love; May'st thou be vanquish'd by my piety, As here thy Beauty triumph'd over me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SCHOOL AND SCHOOLFELLOWS; FLOREAT ETONA by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE WIND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEACE WITH A SWORD by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN EPIGRAM: 28. THE INTELLECTUAL by CALLIMACHUS |