Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet 39. Prepare Your Wreaths

Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine,
To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep;
In tears, the myrtle and the laurel steep,
And let Erato’s hand the trophies twine.
No parian marble, there, with labour’d line,
Shall bid the wand’ring lover stay to weep;
There holy silence shall her vigils keep.
Save, when the nightingale such woes as mine
Shall sadly sing; as twilight’s curtains spread,
There shall the branching lotos widely wave,
Sprinkling soft show’rs upon the lily’s head,
Sweet drooping emblem for a lover’s grave!
And there shall Phaon pearls of pity shed,
To gem the vanquish’d heart he scorn’d to save!

1. Ode to Reflection
2. Sonnet 4. Why, When I Gaze
3. Sonnet 20. Oh! I Could Toil For Thee
4. Stanzas to Love
5. The Deserted Cottage

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