Aphra Behn

(10 July 1640 – 16 April 1689 / Wye, England)

Epitaph On The Tombstone Of A Child - Poem by Aphra Behn

This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;
The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue,
His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ;
Which now each List'ning Angel smiling hears,
Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;
Wanton as unfledg'd Cupids, ere their Charms
Has learn'd the little arts of doing harms ;
Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind,
And tho translated could not be refin'd ;
The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given,
Toil'd here on Earth, retir'd to rest in Heaven ;
Where they the shining Host of Angels fill,
Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile.


Comments about Epitaph On The Tombstone Of A Child by Aphra Behn

  • Gold Star - 8,948 Points Douglas Scotney (7/7/2015 10:16:00 PM)

    it's the 'Has' after 'Charms' that does it for me. And the thought of those smiles in heaven (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 27,492 Points Edward Kofi Louis (7/7/2015 3:43:00 PM)

    Monument! With the memories of the past. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 22,671 Points Kim Barney (7/7/2015 7:17:00 AM)

    Sweet, sonorous sixteen-hundreds sonnet. Somewhat sappy yet still pleasing some four hundred years later. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 9, 2001

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 9, 2001


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