Come to me grief, for ever, Come to me tears day and night, Come to me plaint! Ah, helpless, Just grief; heart's tears! plaint worthy. Go from me dread to die now, Go from me care to live now, Go from me joys all on earth, Sidney, O Sidney, is dead. He whom the court adorned, He whom the country courtes'd, He who made happy his friends, He that did good to all men. Sidney, the hope of land strange, Sidney, the flower of England, Sidney, the spirit heroic, Sidney is dead. O dead, dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 9. TO CURIO by MARK AKENSIDE TO CYNTHIA GONE INTO THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES |