TO these whom death again did wed
This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force
'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.
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This is a very beautiful poem, wonderfully worded with a loving subject.
This would sit well on an happily weds tombstone.
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This is a very good piece keep up the good work. I have used ur piece in my year 10 project at Eltham High School, Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
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Beautiful!!!!
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Oops, I mean Crawshaw
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Someone's a lawson fan
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