Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A MASQUE, by PERCIVAL VIVIAN First Line: Now into chambers hushed and white Last Line: Thy viols sobbing to a close. Subject(s): Campion, Thomas (1567-1620) | ||||||||
Now into chambers hushed and white With holy lights the bride is borne; Now spoken is the last good-night, And thy fond lutes forget to mourn, In ripe fulfilment, seen afar, Quenched, as the torches, one by one, That paled before the evening star, Ere the long night of revels done. In other chambers of the tomb These many years the bride is laid, Whereto all flesh at length must come, And every bride be put to bed; Still echo, fresher than her prime That stained the glory of the rose, Down the hushed galleries of Time Thy viols sobbing to a close. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN THE WEST COUNTRY by ALICE CARY SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI TWO AT A FIRESIDE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY |
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