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. Elegy to the Memory of David Garrick, Esq.
2. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb
3. Stanzas Inscribed to Lady William Russell
4. Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear
5. Sonnet 31. Far O’er the Waves

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