Her Passing

by William Drummond

William Drummond

THE beauty and the life
Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon
-O tears! O grief!-hung at a feeble thread
To which pale Atropos had set her knife;
The soul with many a groan
Had left each outward part,
And now did take his last leave of the heart:
Naught else did want, save death, ev'n to be dead;
When the afflicted band about her bed,
Seeing so fair him come in lips, cheeks, eyes,
Cried, 'Ah! and can Death enter Paradise?'

Last updated January 14, 2019