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Poem by Mary Robinson


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!



Mary Robinson


Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 21. Why Do I Live
  2. To Cesario
  3. Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green
  4. Sonnet 7. Come, Reason, Come!
  5. Sonnet 23. To Aetna’s Scorching Sands


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