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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A wonderful piece of poetry alison
This poem is such an amazing piece! So compelling, I kept reading it over and over and every time I read it, I felt priviledged and inspired to more meanings. You write so well, such a unique individual style.It read so fluid, yet inconsistent all at the same time
Alison, Thank you for this exquisite poem! As a mother, a poet, and caregiver, I identified with it so much, and have been craving a reminder of the value of my kinds of work. You write beautifully, with that sense of not one word being too much or out of place. The effect SEEMS effortless, like music well-played!