Thomas Lovell Beddoes

(1803-1818 / England)

Wolfram's Dirge - Poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

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 eyelashes;
   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;
'Tis deeper, sweeter,
   Than on a rose-bank to lie dreaming
   With folded eye;
   And there alone, amid the beaming
Of Love's stars, thou'lt meet her
   In eastern sky.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003

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