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

Comments (4)

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Come, all sad and solemn shows, awesome
Strong feelings expressed in the England fog of those days, but the Queens of England, the heavy and big Ladies, always appear in the England sky! A Pure feelings Poem.
William shakespeare is my hero. He inspire me to start writing poetry.