Sonnet Xxxix: 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!

Poem topics: , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Sonnet Xxxix: Prepare Your Wreaths poem to your favorites

Add Poet Mary Darby Robinson to your favorites

Popular Poets

James Joyce (50 poems)
Thomas Furlong (1 poems)
Henry Newbolt (76 poems)
Jean Antoine de Baif (3 poems)
John Wilmot (10 poems)
James Lord Pierpont (1 poems)
Robert Cameron Rogers (1 poems)
William Sandys (1 poems)
John Gillespie Magee, Jr. (1 poems)
Fanny Parnell (1 poems)

Popular Poems

Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 06, by Saadi Shirazi
Bank Robber, by Robert Service
The Golden Age, by Alfred Austin
Sonnett Vi: A Nuptial Sleep, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Darkling Thrush, by Thomas Hardy
The Suicide, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The Poet Orders His Tomb, by Edgar Bowers
On My Son's Return Out Of England, July 17, 1661., by Anne Bradstreet
For Zbigniew Herbert, Summer, 1971, Los Angeles, by Larry Levis
Why Sit'st Thou By That Ruin'D Hall?, by Sir Walter Scott