When thou must home to shades of vnder ground, And there ariu'd, a newe admired guest, The beauteous spirits do ingirt thee round, White Iope, blith Hellen, and the rest, To heare the stories of thy finisht loue From that smoothe toong whose musicke hell can moue ; Then wilt thou speake of banqueting delights, Of masks and reuels which sweete youth did make, Of Turnies and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphes for thy beauties sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murther me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |