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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XXXIX: Prepare Your Wreaths
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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!
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