WAN Sculptor, weepest thou to take the cast Of those dead lineaments that near thee lie? O, sorrowest thou, pale Painter, for the past, In painting some dead friend from memory? Weep on; beyond his object Love can last. His object lives; more cause to weep have I: My tears, no tears of love, are flowing fast, No tears of love, but tears that Love can die. I pledge her not in any cheerful cup, Nor care to sit beside her where she sits -- Ah! pity -- hint it not in human tones, But breathe it into earth and close it up With secret death for ever, in the pits Which some green Christmas crams with weary bones. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ON A FAMILY PICTURE by THOMAS EDWARDS COLUMBUS by EDWARD EVERETT HALE RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE VILLAGE MUNITIONS CO., INC.; FORMERLY THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES FEATHERSTONHAUGH by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE ONE DOES NOT WHOLLY DIE by COE BOTKIN TO THE HECTORS, UPON THE UNFORTUNATE DEATH UPON THE DEATH H. COMPTON by JOHN CLEVELAND |