Read this and weep for The Ladies

narrative verse

 

Read this and weep

 

Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine.

The air is filled with thy perfume.

Thou clingest to my lover’s tomb

 and make a hallowed spot divine.

 

I would that I could hold her close.

As I was wont in days of yore

 Alack alas I can no more

as thou dost still sweet brier rose.

 

Still faithful to her memory

 I privately express my grief.

 Although I find but small relief

I kneel and pray here frequently.

 

She was too perfect for this world.

The angels claimed her as their own

 and I was left to grieve alone

 Into despair I was thus hurled.

 

Oh Eglantine, sweet Eglantine

Thou guardest well her final sleep

 and watered by the tears I weep

Her bones will with thy roots combine.

 

When my time comes I too will die

 join my beloved in this tomb

Provide thee nourishment to bloom

Thou knowest well I do not lie.

 

Bloom on bloom on sweet Eglantine

Let thy perfume still fill the air.

I will not find it hard to bear

When she and I and thou combine.

 

10/07/2009

 

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Reviews

[Helena]

Awww, deliciously romantic! Old world and elegant.....absolutely
beautiful. Good job poet! ~ Helena