Songs From “death’s Jest-Book” Ii - Dirge

IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then sleep, dear, sleep;
And not a sorrow
Hang any tear on your eye-lashes;
Lie still and deep,
Sad soul, until the sea-wave washes
The rim o’ the sun to-morrow,
In eastern sky.

But wilt thou cure thine heart
Of love and all its smart,
Then die, dear, die;
’T is deeper, sweeter,
Than on a rose bank to lie dreaming
With folded eye;
And then alone, amid the beaming
Of love’s stars, thou ’lt meet her
In eastern sky.

by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Comments (10)

Lie still and deep, well penned
Dawn til dusk night to day a love that lasts forever..beautiful..
Such a lovely write by Thomas Lovell Beddoes👍👍👍
Beautiful, beautiful beautiful poem
A beautifully conceived thought provoking and meaningful poem.
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