THE beauty and the life Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon -- O tears! O grief! -- hung at a feeble thread To which pale Atropos had set her knife; The soul with many a groan Had left each outward part, And now did take his last leave of the heart: Naught else did want, save death, ev'n to be dead; When the afflicted band about her bed, Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes, Cried, ah! and can death enter paradise? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 2 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ALIEN WOMEN; SONGKHLA, THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |