When the prime mover of my many sighs Heaven took through death from out her earthly place, Nature, that never made so fair a face, Remained ashamed, and tears were in all eyes. O fate, unheeding my impassioned cries! O hopes fallacious! O thou spirit of grace, Where art thou now? Earth holds in its embrace Thy lovely limbs, thy holy thoughts the skies. Vainly did cruel death attempt to stay The rumor of thy virtuous renown, That Lethe's waters could not wash away! A thousand leaves, since he hath stricken thee down, Speak of thee, nor to thee could Heaven convey, Except through death, a refuge and a crown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERMON AT CLEVEDON; GOOD FRIDAY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TO HIS MISTRESS OBJECTING TO HIM NEITHER TOYING OR TALKING by ROBERT HERRICK BATTLE AT THE RIVER RAISIN; JANUARY 22, 1813 by LEVI BISHOP BANNOCKS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS |