 | The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes |  |
DIRGE.
To her couch of evening rest'Neath the sun's divinest west,
Bear we, in the silent car,
This consumed incense star,
This dear maid whose life is shed,
And whose sweets are sweetly dead.
| The poems posthumous and collected of Thomas Lovell Beddoes | |