A Dirge Poem by John Webster

A Dirge

Rating: 2.7


CALL for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
Since o'er shady groves they hover,
And with leaves and flowers do cover
The friendless bodies of unburied men.
Call unto his funeral dole
The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole,
To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm,
And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm;
But keep the wolf far thence, that 's foe to men,
For with his nails he'll dig them up again.

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Suryendu Chaudhury 03 November 2020

A subtle and soulful poem.

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John Webster

John Webster

London, England
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