And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Nothing but bones,
The sad effect of sadder groans:
Thy mouth was open, but thou couldst not sing.
The Carriage held but just Ourselves ⎯
And Immortality.
She sinks in death ⎯ th’ astonish’d soul, dismay’d,
Bursts thro’ the doors of life, and seeks more friendly skies.
She seem'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years
O say what art thou, when no more thou’rt thee?
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?