My cares draw on mine everlasting night; In horror's sable clouds sets my life's sun; My life's sweet sun, my dearest comfort's light, Will rise no more to me, whose day is done. I go before unto the myrtle shades T' attend the presence of my world's dear, And there prepare her flowers that never fades, And all things fit against her coming there. If any ask me why so soon I came, I'll hide her sin and say it was my lot; In life and death I'll tender her good name -- My life nor death shall never be her blot. Although this world may seem her deed to blame, Th' Elysian ghosts shall never know the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TONE PICTURE (MALIPIERO: IMPRESSONI DAL VERO) by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN OSTRA by ELLEN FRANCES BALDWIN |