English Poetry. Menella Bute Smedley. A Dirge. Менелла Бьют Смедли.

Menella Bute Smedley (Менелла Бьют Смедли)

A Dirge

Let her rest!
Weary were her days, oppress'd
By vain cravings to be blest.
Let her sleep!
Slumber holy, dreamless, deep,
Cover eyes that waked to weep.
Let her rest!
Death is spread upon her breast,
Like soft wings that shade a nest.
Let her sleep!
False and cruel love, to keep
Weeping,—she hath ceased to weep.
Let her die!
All her hope beneath the sky
Was in her mortality.

Menella Bute Smedley’s other poems:

1. Wooden Legs
2. A Meeting
3. The Story of Queen Isabel
4. The Little White Doe
5. An Anniversary (On the seventh of September, two little years gone by)

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон) A Dirge (“Now is done thy long day’s work”)

Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) A Dirge (“Rough wind, that moanest loud”)

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) A Dirge (“Life has fled; she is dead”)

Amy Levy (Эми Леви) A Dirge (“”Mein Herz, mein Herz ist traurig”)

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) A Dirge (“Death and a dirge at midnight;”)

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