Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)

Wolfram's Dirge

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. 

1. The Rosy Hour
2. Song from the Waters
3. Song on the Water
4. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’
5. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty

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