Her Passing
1585-1649
THE beauty and the life
Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon
--O tears! O grief!--hung at a feeble thread
To which pale Atropos had set her knife;
The soul with many a groan
Had left each outward part,
And now did take his last leave of the heart:
Naught else did want, save death, ev'n to be dead;
When the afflicted band about her bed,
Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes,
Cried, 'Ah! and can Death enter Paradise?'
DayPoems Poem No. 229
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/229.html">Her Passing by William Drummond, of Hawthornden</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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