Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ELEGY ON THE LADY PEN; SENT TO MY MISTRESS OUT OF FRANCE, by THOMAS CAREW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Let him who from his tyrant mistress did Last Line: In either eye a tear, each hand a verse. Subject(s): Love – Loss Of; Grief; Separation | ||||||||
LET him who from his tyrant mistress did This day receive his cruel doom, forbid His eyes to weep that loss, and let him here Open those flood-gates to bedew this bier; So shall those drops, which else would be but brine, Be turn'd to manna, falling on her shrine. Let him who, banish'd far from her dear sight Whom his soul loves, doth in that absence write Or lines of passion or some powerful charms, To vent his own grief or unlock her arms, Take off his pen, and in sad verse bemoan This general sorrow, and forget his own. So may those verses live, which else must die; For though the Muses give eternity When they embalm with verse, yet she could give Life unto that Muse by which others live. Oh, pardon me, fair soul, that boldly have Dropp'd though but one tear on thy silent grave, And writ on that earth, which such honour had, To clothe that flesh wherein thyself was clad. And pardon me, sweet saint whom I adore, That I this tribute pay out of the store Of lines and tears that 's only due to thee. Oh, do not think it new idolatry; Though you are only sovereign of this land, Yet universal losses may command A subsidy from every private eye, And press each pen to write; so to supply And feed the common grief. If this excuse Prevail not, take these tears to your own use, As shed for you: for when I saw her die, I then did think on your mortality. For since nor virtue, will, nor beauty, could Preserve from Death's hand this their heavenly mould, Where they were framed all, and where they dwelt, I then knew you must die too, and did melt Into these tears; but, thinking on that day, And when the gods resolv'd to take away A saint from us, I that did know what dearth There was of such good souls upon the earth, Began to fear lest Death, their officer, Might have mistook, and taken thee for her: So hadst thou robb'd us of that happiness Which she in heaven, and I in thee possess. But what can heaven to her glory add? The praises she hath dead, living she had; To say she 's now an angel is no more Praise than she had, for she was one before. Which of the saints can show more votaries Than she had here? Even those that did despise The angels, and may her now she is one, Did, whilst she liv'd, with pure devotion Adore and worship her: her virtues had All honour here, for this world was too bad To hate or envy her; these cannot rise So high as to repine at deities: But now she 's 'mongst her fellow-saints, they may Be good enough to envy her: this way There 's loss i' th' change 'twixt heaven and earth, if she Should leave her servants here below, to be Hated of her competitors above. But sure her matchless goodness needs must move Those blest souls to admire her excellence; By this means only can her journey hence To heaven prove gain, if, as she was but here Worshipp'd by men, she be by angels there. But I must weep no more over this urn, My tears to their own channel must return; And having ended these sad obsequies, My Muse must back to her old exercise, To tell the story of my martyrdom. But oh, thou idol of my soul, become Once pitiful, that she may change her style, Dry up her blubber'd eyes, and learn to smile. Rest then, blest soul, for as ghosts fly away When the shrill cock proclaims the infant day, So must I hence, for lo! I see from far The minions of the Muses coming are, Each of them bringing to thy sacred hearse In either eye a tear, each hand a verse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER CALLIMACHUS by JOHN HOLLANDER THE EVENING OF THE MIND by DONALD JUSTICE CHRISTMAS AWAY FROM HOME by JANE KENYON THE PROBLEM by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN by DAVID LEHMAN A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW |
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