Dirge of the Three Queens
1564-1616
URNS and odours bring away!
Vapours, sighs, darken the day!
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms and gums and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill'd with tears,
And clamours through the wild air flying!
Come, all sad and solemn shows,
That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes!
We convent naught else but woes.
DayPoems Poem No. 144
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/144.html">Dirge of the Three Queens by William Shakespeare</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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