1. 'Tis now dead night, and not a light on earth, Or star in heaven, doth shine: Let now a mother mourn the noblest birth That ever was both mortal and divine. O sweetness peerless! more than human grace! O flowery beauty! O untimely death! Now, Music, fill this place With thy most doleful breath: O singing wail a fate more truly funeral, Than when with all his sons the sire of Troy did fall. 2. Sleep, Joy! die, Mirth! and not a smile be seen, Or show of heart's content! For never sorrow nearer touched a Queen, Nor were there ever tears more duly spent. O dear remembrance, full of rueful woe! O ceaseless passion! O unhuman hour! No pleasure now can grow, For withered is her flower. O anguish do thy worst and fury tragical, Since fate in taking one hath thus disordered all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE IN MEMORY OF DOCTOR DONNE by R. B. TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON A CHRISTMAS SONG by WILLIAM COX BENNETT PSALM 51 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN THE HIGH HILLS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE EUROCLYDON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FUTILITY (FOR THE INFORMATION OF PENOLOGISTS AND SOCIOLOGISTS) by DANTE CACICI |