Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

Oreheus To Woods - Poem by Richard Lovelace

Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
In whose gloomy galleries
Was the cruell'st murder done,
That e're yet eclipst the sunne.
Be then henceforth in your twigges
Blasted, e're you sprout to sprigges;
Feele no season of the yeere,
But what shaves off all your haire,
Nor carve any from your wombes
Ought but coffins and their tombes.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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