In My Lady's Praise Being Poems, Old and New: Written to the Honour of Fanny, Lady Arnold and Now Collected for her Memory: By Sir Edwin Arnold |
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In the Death-Chamber.
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In the Death-Chamber.
Now thou art come into thy blissful rest
Forget me wholly, Dear! if to remember
Troubles thy sojourn with the spirits blest,
Dulls thy Heaven's June with clouds of Earth's December.
Forget me wholly, Dear! if to remember
Troubles thy sojourn with the spirits blest,
Dulls thy Heaven's June with clouds of Earth's December.
Be happy as God wills! It were ill love
To cling about an Angel's golden raiment
Grudging her passage to the peace above,
Asking from Paradise some gift for payment.
To cling about an Angel's golden raiment
Grudging her passage to the peace above,
Asking from Paradise some gift for payment.
Be speechless, still, reposeful, proud! Respond,
By no reviving rose on that white cheek,
To my last cry, despairing, doubting, fond;
To this impassioned summons which I speak!
By no reviving rose on that white cheek,
To my last cry, despairing, doubting, fond;
To this impassioned summons which I speak!
Have thou no heed, so that with thee 'tis well!
Kissing thy cold lips on this mournful morrow,
Methinks they say, “I am too glad to tell
One joy!” What matters, then, if I must sorrow!
Kissing thy cold lips on this mournful morrow,
Methinks they say, “I am too glad to tell
One joy!” What matters, then, if I must sorrow!
March 16, 1889.
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