Dirge Of The Three Queens

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.

by William Shakespeare

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Clamours through the wild! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
QUEEN OF HEARTS...................WONDERFUL POEM.
Wonderful poem by the master poet. Come, all sad and solemn shows, That are quick-eyed Pleasure's foes! We convent naught else but woes
'We convent naught else but woes' - An appropriate ending to the poem.
'Our dole more deadly looks than dying; ' The irony, rhyme and rhythm as only the master can write.
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